Tomas Transtromer is the winner of the 2011 Nobel Prize in Literature. He's, like, a hundred years old and will be dead soon. Plus he's Swedish, which seems a little fishy to me. However, he is a poet, which means that the Academy is getting closer to the inevitable year when Peter Englund strolls through those big white doors and announces my name in his disdainful, Nordic way.
Once again, Saint Marty snatches defeat from the jaws of victory.
One Swede rewarding another Swede |
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