A friend says, “Enough Anglophilia!”
I was thinking of reading Charlotte M. Yonge when he launched a protest about my gaps in the American canon: how can I read third-rate Victorian novels when I haven’t read James Fennimore Cooper’s The Leatherstocking Saga? And so I am reading The Last of the Mohicans, and, I admit, there is a certain charm in sentences like,
“Chingachgook grasped the hand that, in the warmth of feeling, the scout had stretched across the fresh earth, and in that attitude of friendship these intrepid woodsmen bowed their heads together, while scalding tears fell to their feet, watering the grave of Uncas like drops of falling rain.”
Yet I will go crazy if I don’t read something British, so I am poring over the Man Booker Prize longlist (posted here), which, astonishingly, features five Americans. The only book I’ve read on the list is Elizabeth Strout’s brilliant Booker-worthy novel, My Name Is Lucy Barton.
Even more fun than the longlist is the fuss about it. Critics and bloggers have their favorites.
At the TLS blog, Toby Lichtig analyzes the longlist and shares his personal longlist. He writes,
When it comes to the Man Booker I’m firmly with Julian Barnes on the “posh bingo” front. As I discussed last night on Front Row with Alex Clark and John Wilson, this year’s is a particularly surprising list, blindsiding the critics with several novels that have barely been reviewed in the British press. Having not seen all 155 submitted books – and having, frankly, not read many of the ones on the current list – it would be unfair of me to criticize the choices. But while many of the entries are no doubt worthy of recognition, I could quite imagine an alternative reality in which all of these thirteen were replaced by thirteen deserving others. And certainly the list as a whole looks a little narrow to me. Everyone on it is either North American or British, with the exception of J. M. Coetzee, who represents the whole of African and Australasia. There are no Irish writers and no Asian ones (Madeleine Thien is a Canadian of Chinese parentage). There are fewer doorstops this year than in previous ones, and fewer sweeping narratives, with an emphasis on the family, the domestic.
I have read none of the books on Lichtig’s list (read the post!), but I do have Edna O’Brien’s The Little Red Chairs on my e-reader. Does that count?
Then there’s The Guardian. Every summer it sponsors an informal Not the Booker Prize. There are 100 or more on the list, and you can vote for two choices.
Sam Jordison writes,
OK, I’m happy to admit that the main prize has a few things going for it. But I always feel that its longlist is just as notable for its omissions as the books that are chosen. This year was no exception. A few good books sometimes sneak on there – but dozens more don’t make it. And you know what? The Booker’s so-called longlist isn’t even that long. Not like the Not the Booker. As you will see below, our list really is long.
Well, I’ve only read three on this list. Are they Not the Booker-worthy? Here are my thoughts:
Lionel Shriver’s The Mandibles, a brilliant, comical, often dark dystopian novel about money, is three-fourths Not the Booker-worthy. It’s fascinating, but some of the information about money (which we learn in dialogue) seems dumbed down. (I also noted this dumbing down in the movie Money Monster with George Clooney and Julia Roberts. People think we’re dumb about money–and yet…)
Emma Cline’s The Girls, an eerie atmospheric novel about a woman looking back at her 1960s adolescence and her peripheral involvement with a Manson-like cult, is definitely Not the Booker-worthy (but British reviewers don’t seem to get it, so I think it’s an American thing, and that’s why it didn’t make the actual Booker list).
Charlotte Wood’s The Nature of Things, an Australian dystopian novel in the tradition of Margaret Atwood’s A Handmaid’s Tale. It’s brilliant, but a bit slow in the beginning. Is it Not the Booker-worthy? It won the Stella Prize in Australia, but it wouldn’t be my choice.
WHAT ARE THE BLOGGERS SAYING ABOUT THE ACTUAL BOOKER LONGLIST?
At A Little Blog of Books, Clare writes,
Like many others, I had particularly high hopes for The Essex Serpent by Sarah Perry and ‘The Tidal Zone’ by Sarah Moss but unfortunately both of these titles either missed out or were not submitted for entry. The Noise of Time by Julian Barnes and Ian McEwan’s forthcoming ‘Nutshell’ are other notable absentees. However, as well as ‘Eileen’ and ‘My Name is Lucy Barton’, I also picked out ‘Do Not Say We Have Nothing’ by Madeleine Thien as a potential longlisted book in my predictions list and I am looking forward to reading it over the summer. I must also confess that I didn’t realise until today that ‘Purity’ by Jonathan Franzen was actually eligible last year – for some reason, I thought it had been published in November in the UK rather than September last year so apologies if I misled anyone with that!
The Essex Serpent and Do Not Say We Have Nothing haven’t been published here yet, but I do want to read them.
Phillip Edwards at PGE’s Booker Blog analyzes,
…this list reminds me of 2011 – not because of its “readability” – but because I see a lot of also-rans.
I had a hunch back then that the wide open longlist full of unknowns left the way clear for Julian Barnes, who was far and away the biggest name on the longlist, and this time around I’m wondering if the same applies to JM Coetzee.
Coetzee would figure highly in any list of the world’s greatest living writers (even when no-one is quite sure who, or what, he is writing about) so if The Schooldays of Jesus is anywhere close to his best work he could be heading for a Booker hat-trick. Although Booker judges love to be unpredictable, and do usually drop the favourite at the shortlist stage…
Now there’s somebody who knows his Booker!
What books on the longlist do you recommend? What do you think is missing?
I wonder what happened to Tessa Hadley’s The Past, which I wrote about here. Was it published too early in the UK for this year’s Booker?
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