OK here's a question. They say they don't publish the nominations until 50 years afterwards. But where do they publish them?? Where can we read this year about who were the runners-up in 1960??
OK here's a question. They say they don't publish the nominations until 50 years afterwards. But where do they publish them?? Where can we read this year about who were the runners-up in 1960??
Here's the database:
Nomination Database
I just noticed that an incredible number of Danes have been nominated. 133 of them. That's more than any other country, besides the United Kingdom, France and Germany. As far as I know, only three Danes actually received the prize.
and houses, roads, avenues are as fugitive, alas, as the years. - Marcel Proust
Those nominations are really ambiguous and not that interesting. At first I expected to see a long list for every year, then a short list of let's say 3 to 6 candidates and there check who was really close to get it but never did.
And for example, if a same candidate gets into the short list a lot of years in a row, do the members of the academy keep re-reading their works the whole summer to decide if this is the year for that writer? I wouldn't think so. I don't think the same candidate can be in the short list for, let's say 3 years, as the members already read all of his/her works and still didn't choose him for the award.
Don't know, there are so many possibilities and combinations in this tricky universe of those old Swedishs.
And this page shows who the Laureates themselves nominated!
Nominations by Nobel Laureates
Why is it only showing up through 1950 if the statue of limitations if 50 years??
This tiresome "give a poor deserving American a Noble Prize, shucks" runaround goes on every time the award comes up. "We ain't won any of them prizes in 17 years!" Somewhat less time than, say, India (97 years). Again, it only reinforces some from the international community who see the US as a nation of privileged whiners who can't rest unless their greatness is validated at their every whim.
That there are great and influential American writers is beyond dispute. Poe, for instance, influenced the whole school of French literature in the 19th century, as well as Dostoevsky and a number of other Russian writers. The Faulkner influence in Latin America is undeniable. However, the raging debate over whether Herman Melville shoulda got a Nobel has a minor flaw - old Hermie passed away in 1891. As for Twain, he was known mostly as a writer for adolescents even in his home country, and his humor was of a distinctly American variety that probably doesn't translate well. Every country has its beloved comedian who they know just wouldn't make it outside the borders. Doesn't mean they need a Nobel Prize.
But the question is: is there really a gallery of Nobel-worthy American writers suffering neglect at the hands of the evil America-denying literary committee that chooses these things? As I've mentioned before, I don't think so. Nothing I've read of Roth, DeLillo, Pynchon, Auster, or McCarthy has convinced me that these writers are living giants. I should admit that I have nothing but scorn for almost anything that falls under the umbrella of post-modernism, and this handicaps my appreciation of, say, Pynchon, whose grating "pyrotechnics" send me to the aspirin after a few pages. What is current American literature? It is the art of showing off. One knows about the customs of the three-toed sloth and the mating habits of Vanuatan islanders and whatnot, or the World Trade Fair of 1913 - all of which shows that one spends way too much time reading encyclopedias. This is all really superficial stuff.
Roth's aging Jewish university professors want to bang coeds. DeLillo satirizes shopping mall culture (fish, barrel). Auster writes clever mysteries that end up being "existential" ones. Pynchon gives his characters funny names and sends them to Timbuktu. McCarthy has monosyllabic cowboys show us yet again the tedious observation that America was born in/is steeped in violence. Am I being unfair to these authors? Probably. But I just don't see them tackling BIG THEMES. Most of them seem woefully trapped in their own heads and impressed with themselves - admittedly far less so than the current crop of young hotshots being trumpeted by the major papers. But the reprehensible The Brief Life of Oscar Wao is nothing if not the dead-eyed bastard child of Thomas Pynchon.
To my mind the US hasn't produced a major novelist since Saul Bellow. Who wrote books that could certainly be a little too impressed with themselves, but that were nonetheless about something other than what a great and clever guy Saul Bellow is. In his best novels and stories he really had something to say about the 20th century.
And it ain't just literature. Almost all the great, truly profound American filmmakers are dead. Terrence Malick walks a lonely path. American painting, what? As my kid brother, who designs computer games, says: Most American artists with any talent are designing computer games. I don't know if that's true or not, but the thought makes me shudder.
Oh, and I'm American. So no one need accuse me of being a condescending European elitist. That I will be accused of a number of other things after this post I have little doubt. As my fine, Christian, freedom-peddling former President - a truly literary chap - once said: "Bring it on."
The maker of kitsch does not create inferior art, he is not an incompetent or a bungler, he cannot be evaluated by aesthetic standards; rather, he is ethically depraved, a criminal willing radical evil. - Hermann Broch
It may indicate that Mr. Roth has become more conservative in his old age. He made a genuine effort to spotlight terrific Central and Eastern European authors when he edited the "Writers From the Other Europe" series through Penguin in the 1970s: Milan Kundera, Bruno Schulz, Danilo Kis, Tadeusz Borowski, Bohomil Hrabal, Jerzy Andrzejewski, George Konrad, and others.
And some of those you mention above ARE second-rate writers.
The maker of kitsch does not create inferior art, he is not an incompetent or a bungler, he cannot be evaluated by aesthetic standards; rather, he is ethically depraved, a criminal willing radical evil. - Hermann Broch
And since this is hopefully the year for poetry, Liehtzu reiterates:
Tomas Venclova
with, as dark horses:
Miodrag Pavlovic
Hans Magnus Enzensberger
Ladbrokes be damned!
The maker of kitsch does not create inferior art, he is not an incompetent or a bungler, he cannot be evaluated by aesthetic standards; rather, he is ethically depraved, a criminal willing radical evil. - Hermann Broch
This is a question for the Swedish on this forum. What have the Sweds newspapers published? Have they talked about the odds or have they interviewed some author? Do they usually speculate about it or not at all?
Isn't it possible that the leak may come from the actual recipient of the price? From what I know of the rules, the selected winner has first to accept the prize before it is announced to the media. So it is conceivable that a window of many hours, even a day, may exist between the time the academy first attempts to get in touch with the winner and the announcement. The search for the author may involve his/her agent, secretray, spouse, etc. each one of whom may be a source of leakage.
Pynchon and McCarthy are giants. DeLillo and Roth aren't quite as good but are major writers. You're just wrong.
This goes back to why I think the one diversity consideration should be LANGUAGE, rather than COUNTRY. "An American hasn't won in 17 years" is not a very good argument. "Spanish hasn't won in two decades" is a good argument.
My god that was beautiful. It truly made me tear up. Were we separated at birth? I've never run into someone who so keenly said exactly what I think with regards to Pynchon and post-modernism, and even matched up pretty well in my thoughts of Roth, DeLillo, and McCarthy. America has few great writers; they're all so far stuck up in their own little world I can barely stand to read them, to read anything from the last fifty years.
I mean I hate what widespread critical academia has done to shift and change the spectrum of what is vogue and "in" at the moment. As an American I can't stand the insufferably boring middle class American angst that dominates John Updike, or even Joyce Carol Oates. I read very little "literary" authors from America nowadays, preferring to go over seas for authors like Le Clezio, Grass, Kenzabura Oe, Marquez, Rushdie, Eco, and others abroad before I ever look up any American author. As I've said before, there are but two that I think are genuinely deserving of it, Albee and Vidal, and oddly enough those are two that no one in the critical circles ever mentions in the speculation articles.
And I say this as both an American, and someone with a deep appreciation of it's past literature, of Poe, Faulkner, Whitman, Twain, Steinbeck, Eugene O'Neil, Thomas Wolfe, and beyond.
I did want to say to whoever said that Twain is a specifically American comic who doesn't connect well to foreign readers, I have to say you are dead wrong. For one Twain was, in his own day, an international famous entertainer, he went around the world raising money to pay off his debts with glorified stand up comedy routines. Since then his works have been one of the most translated, and the most appreciated bits of literature to come out of America; countless foreign authors cite him when discussing who some of their favorite authors and books are. I'd argue Twain is more popular abroad than Moby Dick is.
"I am not young enough to know everything" -Oscar Wilde
"The best way to protect your place in this world is to do nothing at all." -From Ikiru
Caustic Swedish literary critic Jonas Thente had a very funny article a few years ago about how foreign newspapers kept calling him and asking for "inside tips", "as if mere geographic proximity makes me have some special knowledge". He said he usually gave each of them a different name so they all felt they got their money's worth.
But no, so far it's been unusually quiet this year. Some papers have commented on the fact that Transtr?mer is at the top of Ladbrokes' list (and that Bob Dylan is on it again), but of course all the serious journalists know that (barring a last-minute leak, like last year) the odds have nothing whatsoever to do with who gets it.
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I don't like to say this, buf Roth's defensive comment can be considered offensive to the secretary's thought that the best literature is still produced in the Europe, and will most likely affect the oreintaition of the prize to another nation, although the literary field is not about award competetion at all in my viewpoint.
The Literary Saloon (hi guys!) has a good write-up about the odds for those interested:
the Literary Saloon at the complete review - 21 - 30 September 2010 Archive
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