I have a placid, unruffled exterior: I am bovine and try to look at least a little stupid. But at heart, I am very competitive. I’ve recently become aware of the world of “Book Challenges” and they excite me. I am going to join a few and see how it works out.
For the Nobel Prize challenge, I would like to blog about Kipling (poetry), Yeats, Shaw, Mann, Sinclair Lewis, Galsworthy, Pirandello, O’Neill, TS Eliot, Faulkner, Nelly Sachs, Sohzhenitsyn, Bellow, Brodsky, Toni Morrison, Seamus Heaney, Harold Pinter, and perhaps Pasternak.
This preliminary plan excludes many superb authors but I am wary of being too ambitious. But it seems to be an excellent challenge overall. And YES, I know that the Nobels are quirky and have neglected some of the finest authors. That call from Stockholm should have come to Nabokov and Joyce. Why not select Tolstoy instead of Sully Prudhomme? Or Mark Twain or Henry James or Edith Wharton? What happened to Proust and Woolf?
It’s an imperfect list, but a challenge I cannot resist.