The accolade of Booker prize winner provides a huge boost to a book’s sales, with the last three winners each selling over half a million copies.
My understanding of literature at this time was: Great Writing was Hard Reading. If written properly, you could barely understand it. Often, a scene I was imagining indoors suddenly sprouted stars and a riverfront. At a fictional dinner party where I had understood there to be three people present, six were suddenly required, based on the sudden appearance of three unfamiliar names. In terms of language, Great Writing was done in a language that had nothing to do with the one you spoke. The words were similar, but arranged more cleverly, less directly. A good literary sentence was like a floor with a hole hidden in it.
(Via Moorish Girl.)
will require most readers to consult their Chambers Dictionary or at least ransack their memory: “Maister McGregor wis doon on his hunkers settin aff sma kail, but he louped up an ran efter Peter, waggin a scartle an roarin oot, ‘Stop briganner!’ ” This roughly translates as “Mister McGregor was squatting down planting young cabbages, but he leapt up and ran after Peter, waving a rake and shouting, ‘Stop thief!'”