Though I always tried to read the winner, I did not intensely follow the Booker until I started writing my blogs on BooksandLiliane. Over the past years I have never felt myself in the position that I enjoyed reading all the novels on the shortlist. There were always one or two novels on the list I did not dig at all. This year naturally I do have my favourite, I’d not be bitterly disappointed however if one of the others would win. On the contrary. A lovely feeling to be directed at six beautiful novels.
I do know whose name I’d hope to hear on Wednesday. Not Anuk Arudpragasam despite loving his A Passage North. Nor Nadifa Mohamed who told a shocking true tale. Or Maggie Shipstead who took her readers along in the life of one of the first female pilots. Nor Patricia Lockwood whose tribute to her young niece was touching and beautifully written.
If I were allowed to vote I’d probably be in doubt until the very final moment. I find a choice between Damon Galgut and Richard Powers almost impossible to make. Both writers were nominate for the Booker before, I’d love for either of them to finally win. Galgut for writing a novel that stayed with me a long time. About a universal and timeless topic; message and literary quality in perfect balance. Powers for being an all-time favourite whose novels I have devoured, being moved, touched deeply by one of his novels for the first time. From page one it was clear that things were not going to end well; a father’s love and concern for his unique son dominating all.
What a relief I do not need to vote. I can just sit back and await the final verdict knowing that either novel will be a just winner. What a splendid way to prepare for the judge’s verdict.