Every time I read a book because it won an award, I wonder why it won. I just finished reading The Line of Beauty by Alan Hollinghurst. I think I first heard about it on NPR. It won the 2004 Man Booker Prize for Fiction. As the prize web site will tell you, the award is meant to recognize "the very best of contemporary fiction."
Also, this was a gay-themed book by a gay author, so I really wanted to read this book. In light of my current financial situation, I did something radical. I got it from this place here in town. It's like a bookstore, but they don't charge anything for the books. All you have to do is return the book when you're done with it. I forget what it's called. It starts with an L.
Anyhow, I read the book.
For a book containing young gay men and gay sex, it was quite tedious. Mr. Hollinghurst knows lots of fancy words, and he seems hell-bent on making sure you know how brilliantly he can say simple things. Why make a point concisely, when the same task can be accomplished over the course of several paragraphs?
I must be a literary philistine. Having finished The Line of Beauty, I've gotten a David Baldacci novel from that "L" bookstore. I'm sure it will be more my speed.