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Tuesday, October 10, 2006
JM Coetzee's Disgrace tops Observer poll
Via Kitabkhana, I discover that the Observer has announced the result of a survey it carried out among "150 writers and 'literary sages'" to find "the best British, Irish or Commonwealth novel from 1980 to 2005." The worthy winner is JM Coetzee's Disgrace
, a book I love and heartily recommend.
And if you are one of those kinds of people, who finds books boring, then I have a joke for you. One day WG Grace went to play golf. He and his partner -- let's say CB Fry, just for the heck of it -- had a close round, but Grace was losing, and needed a 40-foot putt on the last hole to tie with Fry. (Tie with Fry! Nice.) So he leaned more than he usually would over the ball, bent his neck, and hit the ball into his beard. Then he walked over to the hole, positioned his beard over it, and smiled.Viola Voila.
So the question is, what did Fry say to his caddie in disgust?
Answer: Disgrace, dis Grace!
Ok, ok, never mind. Coetzee's a better option.
Update: My thanks to Sandeep Krishna for pointing out the spello in the second para, the result of this blogger being immensely sleepy, but blogging anyway out of a sense of duty. I feel exhausted these days for about 70% of the time that I'm awake. Why?
, a book I love and heartily recommend.And if you are one of those kinds of people, who finds books boring, then I have a joke for you. One day WG Grace went to play golf. He and his partner -- let's say CB Fry, just for the heck of it -- had a close round, but Grace was losing, and needed a 40-foot putt on the last hole to tie with Fry. (Tie with Fry! Nice.) So he leaned more than he usually would over the ball, bent his neck, and hit the ball into his beard. Then he walked over to the hole, positioned his beard over it, and smiled.
So the question is, what did Fry say to his caddie in disgust?
Answer: Disgrace, dis Grace!
Ok, ok, never mind. Coetzee's a better option.
Update: My thanks to Sandeep Krishna for pointing out the spello in the second para, the result of this blogger being immensely sleepy, but blogging anyway out of a sense of duty. I feel exhausted these days for about 70% of the time that I'm awake. Why?
