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The Booker Prize's Passage to India

BS Bottom - Booker Prize 134 Last night the honor went to a first-time Indian novelist, Aravind Adiga, for The White Tiger a murder story set among his country's very rich and very poor. Peter Stothard, editor of the Times Literary Supplement, reports.

There can never be a Nobel-style row over whether an American wins the Man Booker Prize.

This is the international literary award that Americans are banned from entering.

Only British, Irish and 'Commonwealth' writers are eligible for the £50,000 chequewhich last night went to a first-time Indian novelist, Aravind Adiga, for The White Tiger, a murder story set among his country's very rich and very poor.

The 'Booker', as it’s commonly known, has over the past 40 years, made itself the world's second most famous award after the Nobels - or so its sponsor proclaimed last night at a dinner of London's literati in the imperial grandeur of the Guildhall.

The man who did most to make that so is Adiga's fellow Indian, Salman Rushdie, whose novel Midnight's Children won the prize itself in 1981, the 'Booker of Bookers' in 1993, and the 2008 ‘Best of Bookers’.

This is a prize ever more appreciated by itselfas well as by publishers who always have hopes (often dashed) that it will boost their sales.

Sometimes the Booker does get the cash-tills ringingand The White Tiger was proudly proclaimed as ‘a page-turner that knocked my socks off’ by the Chairman of the judges, former government minister, Michael Portillo.

His publishers will certainly hope so. Book shops are anxious places. Amazon is increasingly the only place where literary fiction of the Booker variety has a solid sale. No one last night expected the coming year to be anything but worse.

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October 15, 2008 | 7:57am
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Current-User

I have a goal of reading all Booker Prize winners. I find this award to be the most true to the highest form of fiction. One that missed the list, however, but should be read by everyone who loves a good story well told; the meter of language itself as found in The English Patient, All the Pretty Horses, As I Lay Dying... treat yourself to Out Stealing Horses by Per Petterson.

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9:45 am, Oct 15, 2008
Current-User

oops

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9:46 am, Oct 15, 2008
Cryinglawyer

I don't have much in the order of what I think of in my life as a privately owned individual, but when it comes down to what I'd like to own it comes down to only me. And when what I look into when what I like comes into play, I find that not only what I find helps me a lot it shows me that I have some type of stability in that order. If and when what I like to find as the best form and order, I try to look for something in the way of where everything is when I try more.

I found all my books more entertaining when they're somehow based on the world around me, sometimes the world has found it's self more and more like the interracial world that sometimes not only gives the variety I need for that something more I need to do, it gives me the literature.


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11:21 am, Oct 16, 2008
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