Feeling jaded - you should see all the hits I got from mistakenly putting 'shortlist' in the title of my last post on the Miles Franklin award. C'est ridicule.
As I'm writing this the night before the real shortlist is announced, after a week of hardly any sleep and having just withdrawn my son from a camp next week as he is quite foolish, I have to say, why all this fuss about prizes? All those books look terrific. Why can't they all have a prize?
Sighted this evening in Angus and Robertson, Forest Hill Shopping Centre, Melbourne: a neat green tag alerting us to the presence of the sole longlist novel in supply that evening, Peter Rose's A Case of Knives.As my daughter and her friends would say, Go Forry.
A sad remark was made by Alex Miller, author of Prochownik's Dream, earlier this week in the Courier Mail:
"Winning the Miles Franklin is the only thing that gets you out of the book pages and into the news pages. You get fabulous publicity, but the response by the bookshops is crap. When the Booker comes out, the shortlisted books are in shop windows for weeks. That doesn't happen with the Miles Franklin."