Lessing not impressed by Nobel Prize:
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Doris Lessing pulled up in a black cab where a media horde was waiting Thursday in front of her leafy north London home. Reporters opened the door and told her she had won the Nobel Prize for literature, to which she responded: "Oh Christ ... I couldn't care less."
Lessing brightened when a reporter asked whether the Nobel would generate interest in her work.
"I'm very pleased if I get some new readers," she said. "Yes, that's very nice, I hadn't thought of that."
Okay, then!
According to Reuters, she had a slightly different take on the Nobel Prize: "I've won all the prizes in Europe, every bloody one. I'm delighted to win them all, the whole lot," she told reporters outside her London home. "It's a royal flush."
I haven't read any of her writing, but neither response makes me very intrested to see what she might have written.
I've only read a couple of Lessing things. One was for a Sci-fi class, I forget the title, it was okay. I picked up The Golden Notebook in a used bookstore on the strength of remembering her name from that class and the copy on the back cover being interesting. I have to give her technical kudos for creating, as a reviewer put it "structure like a diamond", but the story that it told and the truths it had to impart were not as impressive.
According to Reuters, she had a slightly different take on the Nobel Prize: "I've won all the prizes in Europe, every bloody one. I'm delighted to win them all, the whole lot," she told reporters outside her London home. "It's a royal flush."
That quote's in the Yahoo article too. I just didn't excerpt it. Though it's slightly different, and gives me the impression that she's being slightly sarcastic.
I think it's hysterical, personally. I mean, when you're 88, you can pretty much do what you want.
Yeah, I can't imagine getting excited about anything at 88.
ION, Gawker is cracking me up today. This guy is the douchbag of the decade but it doesn't quite bear mentioning unless you look at his website. This is epic, Jackie Massey Paisley Passey levels of douchery.
For some reason I seem to get Doris Lessing mixed up with the writer of some distressingly porny fantasy novel I read years ago.
Oh, right. She wrote The Fifth Child. God, what a freaky book.
ETA: Or, hell, maybe that is her after all.
I couldn't find that douche's age anywhere, so I'm afraid I went to college with him.
At least he's not roofie-ing women he meets on Match.com.
Also, he's UGLY. I mean, really?!?
OK, my mom's job has the best invention ever: It's All About You Day. It can be your birthday, but it doesn't have to be. An all-staff email goes out, so people are nice to you/congratulate you/whatever, and if you want, you can wear a tiara all day. Because it's All About You.
