There is something very idiotic in the way I come up with the word "heartwarming" only on Sundays. As if the rest of the days have to be confined to their cold, clinical reactions; as if days determine reactions. There is also something equally stupid about making such assertions and trying to disown the rare flashes of sentimentality.
Ah, forget it. What I was trying to say was, this piece is a total gem. Hey, psst..., it is a Banville link (don't curse me after clicking on it!)
When I asked if winning the Booker had significantly raised his profile, he replied: "For about three minutes." Authors, he said, did not enjoy the same level of fame as rock stars. He began telling stories about Ireland's most famous export, U2. "They never pay for anything," he noted, with a a tinge of envy. "Wherever they go, someone else is happy to pick up the tab. They had a lunch at the River Cafe in London that lasted from one o'clock to eight and they just strolled out afterwards without any bill being presented."
In spite of its Booker victory, Banville does not rank The Sea highly among his novels. "I was surprised that it even got published," he told me. "The one that should have got the Booker was The Book of Evidence."
The Book of Evidence - the one that should have also got the Booker.
Nice piece, loved reading it..:)
Posted by
Vaidehi |
10:41 AM, May 29, 2006
thanks V :)
Posted by
Echo/Lavanya |
3:16 PM, May 31, 2006