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Preoccupied with self-defeating snobbery at the expense of great stories well told, the Booker Prize has lost its way to an alarming degree
Why is the Booker Prize delivering such a bad message to readers? Why must it insist on telling them that they’re idiots, incapable of appreciating great fiction? Why, as a prize, is it reducing itself to an irrelevance, a snooty and sneering horror in the corner? Why is it disenfranchising its own reading public?
Every year, when the Booker Prize longlist is published, these are the kind of thoughts I find myself thinking. ...
