So that was 1969. Six books, two of which I found life-changing-good, another three I enjoyed, and one that right proper got on my tits. Not a bad result I’d say.
So what happens now? We decide a winner. Actually two winners. Well, technically three winners.
There is the winner of the prize, the official winner – that was PH Newby – we already know that.
There is the winner of the what I think should have been the winner winner.
There is the winner of the what you think should have been the winner winner.
Yes. You get to vote.
For those of you who haven’t been reading along, here is a quick recap of my reviews:
Barry England – Figures in a Landscape
“The end of the book affected me more than almost any book I have ever read. As a reader, and as a writer, I was blown away by what England did with the last page. I am still reeling.”
Nicholas Mosley – The Impossible Object
“It makes you wonder what all that death-of-the-novel nonsense was in the Seventies (and in every decade since, obviously). This novel is vital, in both senses of the word. It is experimental, but experimental for a reason: Mosley was attempting to capture the essence of what it means to write about love.”
Iris Murdoch – The Nice and The Good
“Murdoch understood prose. She understood that prose doesn’t need to be entirely fluffed up or completely pared down but can be allowed to flow both cleanly and interestingly. At times her writing is breath-taking”
PH Newby – Something to Answer For
“In a way, Townrow becomes a metaphor for Britain or the British or Empire; dazed and confused as history progresses through and around it.”
Muriel Spark – The Public Image
“In a nutshell, Spark is easily one of the best writers to have been shortlisted for the Booker but The Public Image is not her finest moment.”
Gordon Williams – From Scenes Like This
“A horse called Big Dick (that should have been the title of the book, that would have been am-az-ing) is not a very subtle signifier in a book about masculinity.”