The complete and utter excitement event of the year has been and gone with the Man Booker Prize. And even though it is British competition, another American has won it – again.
With the change in rules a couple of years ago, eligibility was expanded to include those not born in the UK. Put another way, just at the time when the country was voting “overwhelmingly” for Brexit (Theresa May’s word, not mine), the Booker committee was opening the book prize winning shores to immigrant sentences. Oh the horror.
Does it matter? Doubt it. Why do I mention it? Because of the irony I’ve just described and the fact that there is a deeper discrimination going on than ignoring the divide created by the Atlantic Ocean. Isn’t it time that self-published authors of quality literature were also allowed to compete on the same playing field. Or do you think the Man Booker is actually just a vehicle for traditional publishing companies to plan some marketing activities.
Gosh.
