I’m sorry, but 1,500 words is not a novel. And what kind of life experience does a six year old have? Until this kid coughs up a gripping 75,000 word mystery about an icky girl trying to spread cooties to first graders, I remain unimpressed.
Over at Bookslut, Raina Bloom tallies up the Notable Books figures. No surprise. A sizable portion have written for the Times. The Times does not regret the error.
I have lost faith in The Bat Sex Award. What were the judges thinking putting David Mitchell on the longlist? The whole point of the passage in question is to chronicle a twelve year old boy’s unfamiliarity with sex in an awkward manner. Go after the real literary criminals, such as the preposterous sex contained within Jay McInerney’s The Good Life.
I believe Lev Grossman may be the first critic to compare Infinite Jest with Dickens. (If I’m mistaken, please let me know.) Unfortunately, Grossman’s interesting observation is cut short by the ridiculous limitations of the 600 word review. I’m thinking Grossman should get a blog. (via Jeff)
You made a typo – you wrote the “Bat” Sex Award. I clicked on it, thinking Bat Segundo was presenting, or perhaps receiving, a sex award. Needless to say, I was disappointed.
I’m simply amused that the 6-year-old Swiss author lists the Minnesota Vikings as one of his favorite things. So much for raindrops on roses.
You made a typo – you wrote the “Bat” Sex Award. I clicked on it, thinking Bat Segundo was presenting, or perhaps receiving, a sex award. Needless to say, I was disappointed.
I’m simply amused that the 6-year-old Swiss author lists the Minnesota Vikings as one of his favorite things. So much for raindrops on roses.