Sorry, missed this one from The Daily Telegraph last week.
Harry Mount blogged about how 'Alan Hollinghurst's omission from the Man Booker Prize shortlist is staggering'.
And the DT readers commented...
"If it's more drivel about heterosexuality, I'm not interested. Oh, it's not? Phew. That's okay then! I'm glad there's something not centred around someone's hetero, neuronormative perfect little matchbox life, for once..."
"Sorry, don't want to read about homosexuals. And I say 'sorry' to be polite - because actually I'm not. Since the winky-up-the-other-mans-bottom brigade appears to be largely what H's books are about, its nice to see this book NOT be a big hit..."
"If it's more drivel about homosexualists, I'm not interested."
"I'm afraid Damon that bum bandits are the central theme like his other stuff, probably best avoided."
With thanks to Private Eye - and happy 50th birthday!
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Thursday, 15 September 2011
Friday, 17 June 2011
Alan Hollinghurst: Why I Write Such Boring Books
"Before The Swimming-Pool Library, it didn't seem to me that Alan and being gay was particularly happy. A lot of it revolved around opera."Alan Jenkins on Alan Hollinghurst, The Guardian.
Alan H has a new novel out - The Stranger's Child - which neither you nor I shall ever read.
Mainly on account of him making even being cuntificated for the first time on Ecstasy sound as dull as being stuck at the bus-stop in the rain.
Still, I imagine his new book is verily packed with bourgeois fun.
Snore!
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