…for winning the Man Booker. The Inheritance of Loss wasn’t my favourite among the three books on the shortlist that I’d read (and I much preferred a few others that didn’t even make it to the final six anyway), but that’s hardly the point here. Competitive awards, as we have oftentimes noted on this blog, are inherently silly, self-indulgent and meaningless things, best appreciated for their entertainment value (the “let’s rank the nominees” games widely played around Oscar-time and Booker-time are a lot of fun, but they also rank somewhere alongside Orkut scrapbooking on the Pointlessness Scale).
So here’s why I’m pleased for Kiran: she’s one of the nicest authors I’ve met, as I mentioned in this interview a few months ago. That’s as good a reason as any to win the Booker.
(Another excellent reason: my site traffic went through the roof last night because of Google searches for “Kiran Desai”.)