the old literary great who eats his or her heart out because the Swedish Academy has never called….

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At times I have even thought the [Nobel]prize has had a perverse influence. The mere thought that there are writers who actually write towards it, fashioning their work, and their networking, in the hope of one day wearing the laurels, is genuinely disturbing. And everyone is aware of course of that sad figure, the literary great who in older age eats his or her heart out because, on top of all the other accolades, the Swedish Academy has never called. They would be better off if the prize did not exist. As for the journalists, one might say that the more they are interested in the prize, the less they are interested in literature.

Bob Dylan: The Music Travels, the Poetry Stays Home – Tim Parks – New York Review of Books – October 16, 2016

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