"The Nobel Prize for Literature is no stranger to controversy. Nor are the criteria for selection especially transparent. Those who “hit the jackpot” (as VS Naipaul put it) are not obviously finer writers than contemporaries in the same genre and language who escape the judges’ attention. The great American novelist Saul Bellow was a worthy laureate in 1976; yet the great American novelist John Updike was never a winner. The award of the 2017 prize to Kazuo Ishiguro, the British writer, is not mysterious at all, however. It recognises a body of work that is both profound and approachable. The academy’s citation noted that Ishiguro’s eight novels (most famously The Remains of the Day and Never Let Me Go) uncover “the abyss beneath our illusory ... "
'The Times' thunders that Ishiguro’s Nobel prize is deserved recognition of a substantial body of work. Have you read any of it, Uncle Henry?