I have no words. The Booker committee skipped two novels of transcendent literary genius on its shortlist and gave the award to Atwood’s TV-series sequel* and to an intersectional lady with a novel about Brexit-wounded polyamorous non-binary social media influencers of color. No, for real.
The first time in years that the Booker shortlist actually has serious literature, and they go and do this. Obviously, the two genius novels still remain in existence, so this isn’t anything tragic. It’s extremely disappointing, though, that no area of life is to be free of “the intersections of identity centering voices we often see othered.” How do you see voices, by the way? Oh, who cares. As long as it’s ideologically appropriate, nobody cares.
*Anybody who feels tempted to inform me that Handmaid’s Tale was a novel first is officially an idiot.