Just recently Bob Dylan finally accepted his Nobel Prize in Literature after months of speculation surrounding the awarding of the award and whether he’d formally accept.
This just means another year has passed in which great authors are looked over for this prize. Literary prizes may or may not be as important as they once were, but that doesn’t meant there aren’t authors worthy of receiving them.
Remember just last week when I told you that Bob Dylan had been awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature? Turns out there was some monkey business going on.
The Nobel Committee, as one would expect, immediately made attempts to get in contact with the newest laureate. But for nearly a week Bob Dylan would not return calls or acknowledge the award. Why? Why would someone do that? The Nobel Committee shouldn’t have to hire bounty hunters and private investigators to make sure a laureate is alive and well.
I still say he shouldn’t have been under consideration. His actions over the last week do nothing to change that.
I see no reason to sugarcoat the fact that I hate this.
Bob Dylan was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature yesterday. The committee got it wrong. One can list all of his accomplishments but it wouldn’t change that he shouldn’t have even been considered for the award. There are music awards. There are songwriting awards. There are sales awards and records. So why are we giving this man a literary award!?
What really irks me is that any knowledgeable reader could list quite a few authors who are plenty deserving of this award. But I won’t do that. There’s no point. I’ll only list one. Haruki Murakami. The list starts and ends with him. His work doesn’t need me to defend it because it stands well enough on its own merit.
So now we have a songwriter/musician with a Nobel Prize in Literature but one of the most influential and revered authors of the 20th century still doesn’t. Sounds about right.
Tell me your thoughts.