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To Blur a Line

Dear Eugene, They are set to announce tomorrow this year's winner of Nobel prize in literature.  What is your guess?  Your wish?  I know you have one.  A few? Nobel Lit is notoriously hard to predict, all book lovers know.  I did pretty well, picking Alice Munro and Bob Dylan in the previous years and got lucky.  My wife can attest I am not making this up. This year?  My prediction is: either Kenya's Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o or someone one has never heard of from a country one will likely never visit.  My reason?  The former is a perennial favorite, the latter to compensate for last year's populist choice. Enough dumb fun.  Art is not a race--what is the finishing line to cross?  The Nobel committee has an agenda; as long as we know that, the dumb fun will remain clean.  If the purpose of giving out the prize is nothing more than for the world to hear a prophetic voice, then I am all for it. With that purpose in mind, I...