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Welcome to the Nobel Prize abyss

In the choice of Kazuo Ishiguro, the Swedes once again demonstrate their preference for the bleak and humourless over warm and funny storytelling.

In their long-standing campaign against comedy, the Swedish Academy is doing almost as much damage as old man Nobel did with his hard work developing better rockets, cannon, and explosives. They are leading young writers to aspire to vacuity.

I AM off lingonberries for the time being and Volvos and flat white furniture from Ikea. No meatballs, thank you. Once again the humorless Swedes have chosen a writer of migraines for the Nobel Prize in literature, an author of twilight meditations on time and memory and mortality and cold toast...

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