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Her Loss is a Win.

Kiran Desai is this year's winner of the Man Booker Prize for her book, The Inheritance of Loss, making her the first woman to win the coveted prize since Margaret Atwood scooped it for The Blind Assassin in 2000.

From the press release:
Chair of the judges, Hermione Lee, made the announcement at the awards dinner at the Guildhall, London, which was broadcast live on the BBC 10 O’ Clock News. Harvey McGrath, Chairman of Man Group plc, presented Kiran Desai with a cheque for £50,000.

Hermione Lee comments,

“We are delighted to announce that the winner of the Man Booker Prize for 2006 is Kiran Desai’s The Inheritance of Loss, a magnificent novel of humane breadth and wisdom, comic tenderness and powerful political acuteness. The winner was chosen, after a long, passionate and generous debate, from a shortlist of five other strong and original voices.”
If you missed it, read Sharon's review of the book, published in the Star last Sunday.

Let the cheers and jeers commence.
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  1. Artemis Hunt11/10/06 7:43 pm

    I will have to read this now. I must say I rather enjoyed Vernon God Little, but didn't think it was Booker Prize material.

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  2. Ted Mahsun12/10/06 5:56 am

    Haven't read Vernon God Little and not sure if I'd like it. I'll have to go browse thru it again in the bookstore to make sure.

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