I woke up ready to be angry if Haruki Murakami did NOT win the Nobel Prize in Literature. [I have a complex reason besides loving him for why he needs to win, but I will save that for when he actually wins some day.]
Instead, I find out it is Canadian short story master Alice Munro who won, and I literally gasped. I cannot be upset. She is amazing.
For the first time in many years, the Nobel people got one right. Instead of an obscure writer without much influence, they picked one of the greatest short story writers ever.
Well played.
Halloween Hangover Meet Election Anxiety via Emily Hughes in Slate
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I know the blog-a-thon ended yesterday but ending on a Thursday didn't sit
right with me, so I have one final post to round out the week.
With the electi...
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