One thing about this year’s Man Booker award process just struck me as I was sitting here waiting for my doctor’s appointment (regular checkup, nothing scary): there were three women up for the prize. And in none of the commentary that I saw was it mentioned that three women writers were up for the prize, and how would they fare? It was simply that the merits of each book and writer were discussed.
When Hilary Mantel won for Wolf Hall, it was simply reported that Hilary Mantel won for Wolf Hall. No reflections upon what that means for the future of women’s contributions to literature, no wondering how seriously we are or are not to be taken.
In fact, the only we in the whole proceedings was the collective we of readers. That is as it should be. We can melt into the crowd now.