For non – Rudai 23 authors, “Thing 1” was setting up a blog. “Thing 2” was posting a blog. So if you happen to stumble upon this or start following these posts (for some unknown reason!) then get used to seeing numerical Things appearing.
We can talk about anything, anything at all, and since I’m a librarian and general book lover…it makes sense to talk about books.
So here’s the thing dear reader….I’m worried. Today is October 4th, 2017. Which makes tomorrow…you guessed it, October 5th! The day the winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature 2017 is announced. What I’m worried about is not only who is going to win, or who could win, but also what that says about the state of modern literature. Or more so, our relationship with literature. This reaction may seem overly drastic, but reader, let me qualify my fear in two words….Bob Dylan, the “controversial” 2016 winner of the Nobel Prize. The awarding of this prestigious prize to a musician, and let’s call a spade a spade here, he is a musician is detrimentally unforgivable. Music can be poetic, yes. An album can tell a story, of course. And yes he has published a memoir so he is an author…but the Nobel Prize? Don’t get me wrong, I’m a fan of his music, but would they give James Joyce a Grammy because his prose were lyrical?
I did not mask my disgust at this judgment last year and as you can tell, my position has not altered 12 months on. I faced opposition at the time, I assume I still do now. But what does it say about a literary community, our literary community, that such a decision was made. This is the bench mark, a sign of greatness and achievement. It is, in my opinion, the literary Everest. And I find Dylan an unqualified climber for such such a peak.
Tomorrow will tell a lot.
In other news, today I ran my libraries baby rhyme time (which I do now and then) it was raucous and wonderful. To see so many young faces enthralled in rhymes and stories and words! One child had a particular, tactile fascination with a particular book, which is heartening to see. That the actual book matters to them as much as the words. And that’s a good thought to end on dear readers.
Read, write, now,