Following on from Tuesday’s rant on writerly whinging, I now want to expand on prizes. Writers’ earnings have always been as cyclical as weather. Yet to hear the Literati today, you’d swear that art would die if it weren’t for bursaries and awards and prizes and residencies and general state-level support for the gargantuan brains of…
Book Humour. A Sideways Perspective on the Bonkers Business of Books
Tara Sparling writes 