The Inheritance of Talent
It was fourth time lucky for the Desai family, as Kiran Desai won the £50,000 Man Booker Prize for Fiction 2006 (the 'for Fiction' is suddenly being emphasised for some reason). Her mother Anita had been shortlisted for Clear Light of Day (1980), In Custody (1984) and Fasting, Feasting (1999).
At 35, Kiran is the youngest female winner of the prize, the only younger winners being Ben Okri, who was 32 when he won with The Famished Road in 1991, and Kazuo Ishiguro, who was one month shy of his 35th birthday when he won with The Remains of the Day in 1989.
Hermione Lee, chair of the judges, described The Inheritance of Loss as "a magnificent novel of humane breadth and wisdom, comic tenderness and powerful political acuteness" and that it won on "the strength of the book's humanity" Sadly, only those present in the Guildhall got to hear all this, as the customary live TV coverage had been dropped by the BBC this year. In fact, what coverage there was on the BBC bordered on the bloody rude. The Ten O'Clock News switched to the ceremony just in time for the announcement: no discussion, no speeches - not even the winner's. I had heard that the prize ceremony would be covered by Night Waves on BBC Radio 3, but there was nothing. The Guardian Unlimited Weblog was the first to break the news on the internet.
And here's an odd bit of trivia: in six out of the last eight years, the author whose surname comes first alphabetically has won. So there's some hope for Martin Amis.
Top of the Pile
So who will finish top of the pile?
Well, according to the BBC, the Bookies have seen a surge of support for Kiran Desai over the weekend, and I'm not surprised. People have probably read The Inheritance of Loss now and realised that it would be a classic 'compromise' choice. It's the sort of book that will probably be in every judge's top three. If there is, or ever was, a 'Booker type' novel The Inheritance of Loss certainly fits the bill - it ticks all the right boxes, as well as being a genuinely captivating read. It would be my second choice, after Mother's Milk. If it weren't for the female majority on the judging panel, I would probably be tipping Edward St Aubyn to win. Mother's Milk is not only written with style, it frequently had me chuckling. Trouble is, that sort of intelligent, wry humour goes right over some people's heads. And serious prize judges tend to give the prizes to serious books.
What do they want?
The chair of the judges (Hermione Lee) has been quoted as saying that they were looking for "storytelling and historical truthfulness" - I wonder if that implies that the winner will have to survive some intense nit-picking tomorrow? If so, I fear for MJ Hyland. Carry Me Down was my hunch for the prize the moment I read the recommendations on the cover...
"This is writing of the highest order..." - JM Coetzee
"It's a work of discreet brilliance. M.J. Hyland is a truly gifted writer." - Ali Smith
...but some of the details didn't ring true for the time in which it is set (1972). Like John watching telly in the afternoon. I seem to remember TV closed down in the afternoons back then, didn't it? Unless he was watching the Test Card...
Also a poor family like the Egans would have been unlikely to have had their own telephone in those days, especially when living in emergency housing. And Man Utd were certainly not in the FA Cup Final back then.
So, having read both of MJ Hyland's novels in quick succession, I have to say I found
How The Light Gets In more convincing, more real. Both are excellent books featuring memorable characters though. Maria Hyland is certainly good at writing from the point of view of children, and childhood seems to have proved an irresistable theme for this year's judges - half of the shortlisted books are narrated by children. Colm Tóibín must be kicking himself. If only his latest book -
Mothers and Sons - had been a novel rather than a collection of short stories he might have walked away with this year's Booker prize.
I will be slightly disappointed if the Bookies are right (for possibly the first time ever) and The Night Watch wins, although as 'gay' books go, I prefer it to
The Line of Beauty. Remember, this is a book which was a runner-up in this year's Orange Prize to a book (Zadie Smith:
On Beauty) which was a runner-up in last year's Man Booker Prize (to
The Sea by John Banville). I keep imagining the three of them in that MC Escher painting...
The winner will be announced just after 10pm tomorrow night, at The Guildhall in London. One author who won't have trouble finding the place is Kate Grenville - she did a lot of research for The Secret River in the library there. Apparently the announcement will be made live on the Ten O'Clock News - shame on the BBC for axing the traditional programme discussing the shortlisted novels before the announcement. Is half-an-hour a year devoted to books too much to ask now?