Tom Conoboy has speculated that the Japanese writer Haruki Murakami may win the Nobel Prize for Literature, to be announced tomorrow. I’ve read plenty of Murakami. It’s inoffensive enough. High-lit at its mildest. Each new Murakami book is an exercise in diminishing returns. Maybe it’s because they read, more or less, like faded copies of each other.
If Cormac McCarthy is an example of a writer whose extraordinary voice defines literary output at its finest edge, Murakami is its blandest. A minor talent at best.
If Murakami wins the Nobel, it is the last time I will take the Nobels seriously. Seriously.