Larry.

YES!   Although I know and understand the arguments against why a musician/songwriter might be miscategorized, I can totally support this selection, not least of which for me being a longtime fan of his music/lyrics.

I'm still holding out hope for Bob Dylan

Oh, it'll be Bob Dylan. ;)

Not surprised, even though I thought it might go to an Arab writer due to the Arab Spring and the civil war in Syria (yes, I'm cynical). I just bought The Republic of Wine and will read it sometime in the near future (I also have three more National Book Award finalists to read/review after I write more Booker Prize reviews, so it may be a few weeks), as the premise sounds interesting.

Much as I have enjoyed the three Krasznahorkai novels that I've read, I get the impression that his themes are almost anti-Nobel in their "darkness."

Having checked the latest odds, I wonder who else here chuckled at seeing E.L. James listed at 500/1? :D

The more I think about the serious candidates, the less likely I think a Western European will be chosen two years in a row.

Well, after getting over my mild surprise that Kadere is still alive (for some reason I thought he had died some years ago), I liked the one list that included Syrian poet Adonis, who had a large collection of his poetry translated into English two years ago. Been reading that off-and-on the past month and he is an excellent poet. Murakami would be an interesting choice (same for Kadere). I wonder if Achebe's ship has sailed. Munro would be worthy. And all of the above would be better than the shade of Tolkien ;)

That particular Restrepo book is very, very good. As for the maturation of writers/movements, how many authors do you know still identify themselves as "New Weird?" Things change and having authors sticking to a 16 year-old manifesto would be akin to herding cats after they've written a few novels and developed different interests.

It's not so much those authors I mentioned were co-opted into that "movement," but as Fuguet said in that link, there may have been something about their attitude toward the contemporary (Latin American) world that resonated with that pamphlet. By 2007, he had largely eschewed the movement, noting that it was perhaps more a movement-that-wasn't-a-movement, but rather "an adjective." Writers in their 20s and 30s sometimes mellow out in their 40s and that seems to be the case with him. The others weren't quite so brash to begin with in the first place.

I don't know when I'll have the time to write it, but I think a case could be made for comparing some of the world-views of the McOndo/Crack writers with those who turned to weird/surrealist writing in the US, UK, and Eastern Europe in the 1990s. It might require a formal paper rather than a simple blog post, however. But I do believe that social conditions in the 1990s fostered some emerging lit groups/movements/"moments"/"adjectives" that have influenced writers and readers alike since then.

Huh, I never really thought of that, although I can see the reasoning behind it. I've always considered him to be more SF/F.

Not overly familiar with the writers of McOndo crowd, but from what I've read so far, I think there's a potential for a lasting legacy from them as a literary movement.

You might like this 2007 blog post by Fuguet. He sounds quite a bit like how Jeff VanderMeer did when discussing New Weird fiction in talking about McOndo over ten years later. Part of it is in English (most of the second half, at least).

Having read most of the people associated with McOndo (and the related Crack Manifesto group in Mexico), I disagree with those who argue that it is self-absorbed. If anything, it is a corrective to the tendency of several Boom Generation-influenced narratives that decentralized the personal subjects of the stories. Yes, there is a greater awareness of Self in several of these novels (Alberto Fuguet's The Movies of My Life comes to mind), yet that self-awareness is not to the exclusion of others (there is a subtle yet pointed commentary on Pinochet's Chile within those flashback scenes). Fuguet, Edmundo Paz Soldán, and Giannina Braschi are very well-regarded today for their social commentaries; they just are not commenting on the Latin America of the 1920s-1950s. Furthermore, if one could make the comparison of the McOndo/Crack Manifesto writers as being the Punks to the Boom Generation's rock'n'roll, Roberto Bolaño would occupy Patti Smith's role, that of being the god(father) to the Punks (McOndoists/Crack Manifesto group). Considering Bolaño's continued popularity and his influence on Fuguet and Paz Soldán, there might be something special already occurring in Latin American literature. At least I think there is, having read a few dozen novels by the names mentioned above, Jorge Volpi, Ignacio Padilla, and (to go a half-generation older), Javier Marías and Horacio Castellanos Moya.

It really would not shock me if someone from the group mentioned above wins a Nobel in the next decade, because they are doing some interesting things with melding cinema, pop culture, and social commentary that very few American writers are daring to do today.

Hell yeah! And Slash shows up at the awards ceremony! It could be a Waters/Gilmour moment!

ETA: Well shit, I intended this thread to be a serious discussion.

It can't be serious until Tairy and/or Stanek are mentioned as possible candidates.

I'm holding out for W. Axl Rose in 2025.

I wouldn't be surprised if Dylan were to win one day soon, but there's nothing more to add than I like his lyrics and that Popes and dissent leaders have quoted those in recent years :P

http://www.nobelpriz...ates/index.html

1901-1983: the list is (almost) excellent

1984-2011: blah

Pynchon: I love conspiracy theories.

There are some brilliant, brilliant authors from the past 30 years or so. Mahfouz, Vargas Llosa, Saramago, and Oe in particular are favorites and compare very favorably to the very best of the first 80 years or so of the award. I say this as one who's read or owns at least one book by close to three-quarters of the authors listed.

First, who cares who will win the Nobel Prize in literature?

Second, we don't know anything about Pynchon, is he a man, is she a woman, the name means a person or a group etc.?

(By the way, is Krasznahorkai László (Satantango, The Melancholy of Resistance) on the list?)

I'd say quite a few do, based on even the snarky comments.

Pynchon is known to be a man. He just retreated to seclusion several years ago, after his fame reached its zenith.

Right now, all I hear are rumors and speculations on who would be a good fit. Having read both of the László novels (Satantango was finally published in English about two months ago), he would be a good candidate, depending on how the committee chooses to interpret Nobel's will regarding literature with "a ideal direction."

I was about to suggest Munro as well. I'd also put forth as a possibility Egyptian writer/doctor Nawal El Saadawi, not just for her excellent fiction (including Woman at Point Zero) but also because she was visible during last year's protests.

Since you wanted a link to the Flewelling, here ya go...

You'll have to read the other March entries that follow after that to see the OCDness on display.

I'm wondering if anyone ever has looked into Lynn Flewelling's own online history. Considering that she almost gang-pressed her blog readers into voting for her in FBS's Tournament this year, there were some amusing exchanges there a few months ago. That is why I got such a chuckle out of seeing that she was the one who interviewed Tairy way back when. I would have thought the interview room would have exploded due to the expanding egos.

In all fairness (almost chokes on saying this), WFR had only just been released and it was hard to detect then (although later books revealed the fullness of the emerging Objectivist claptrap bent that Goodkind was giving this) that it was anything other than a standard epic fantasy opener.

As for Goodkind playing sports, he's the authorial version of Brian Boitano, didn't you know? Paints, carves, makes cabinets and coffin-shaped doors, speeds, and is up for the Nobel Prize for Literature, Science, Peace, Economics, and Fecaology, I believe...

*tapes sign that says "Expect no mercy from the squirrels" to his computer*

Something has to be said for having coffin-shaped doors for entering a house, though...

And considering the interviewer and her reputation online...this was just too much not to rehash (as I presume someone has linked to this before)!

I guess I'll link to this, although really it doesn't deserve any commentary, as it's just someone frustrated with the cycle, I suppose. After all, there's that "Reason's Light" website if some of you want some real ammo, but I'm not going to bother finding the URL for that one on a Friday night :P

So I did a search and found it. One question springs to mind: What sort of person has a secretary at work for them after 9 PM? Odd. Anyways, I'll regret it later, no doubt, but a link to that has been posted at wotmania.

And now, back to our regularly-scheduled programming of Twits Engaging Repetively in Retarded Yo-yoing. Oh St*nek, I didn't have it spell out Tairy :(

Anyone have the URL for that latest mystarism? You know, just for kicks, there's a place where it can be posted that...nah, no need to get the author stirred up more, right? :P But I would like the URL, por favor.

I'm so amused at being called a "rabid fan" of Jordan's...the irony is enough to make me come close to pissing and shitting out iron, that's how ironic it is...

Considering that I'm well-known at wotmania for not being all that enthused about the guy's writing...that just made my day, hearing about that!

And thanks for those wishing me well - in fact, I do have two sophomore English classes that I'll be teaching, but I believe I'll refrain from mentioning the Yeard there at all. Some things just shouldn't be talked about in polite company...although I suppose saying school is "polite company" might be stretching things a bit :P

You know, we just aren't being mean enough to Tairy. We need to turn to an author to show us the way (I'm copy/pasting this from a wotmania post that was in turn copy/pasted from Dragonmount):

I seem to feeling rather viperish today. I also hear that a certain writer, on hearing that I had heart problems, announced that his cardiologist, on holding his (the writer’s) heart in his hands said that he could have been holding the heart of a sixteen year-old or some such. My cardiologist told me much the same thing, but I made him give it back. Ahem. A question occurs. What was wrong that anyone had their filthy fingers palping his actual heat. All my heart examinations have been via catheritazation or electrocardiogram or echocardiogram or the like. Only if they saw cause would anyone be sticking fingers into my chest must less fingering my heart. Some discrepancy there, eh?

And which author? Why Tairy himself. Scroll down to the 6/2/2006 message for that.

Just thought I'd share the "love."

(Oh, and that I now have a new teaching position. All is right with the world.)