The second most valuable literary prize in the world- Spanish Premio Planeta – went to. . . some woman I never heard of. She wrote a mammoth mystery novel with supernatural elements.
Hey, if the Nobel went to some dime-a-dozen pop singer, why not give the Premio Planeta to a supernatural mystery writer?
Of course, I now have to read the mammoth supernatural mystery because that’s my job. I’m super happy I didn’t become an English professor, at least, and don’t have to listen to Bob Dylan, at least.