I was just heading offline when I saw, via Yahoo! News that Doris Lessing has won a Nobel prize.
That just makes me happy. I haven’t read her most well-known work The Golden Notebook, but I have enjoyed the bits of her material I have read.
So I went off and found an interview with her, from 1999, and I enjoyed that even more. What a wonderful woman. I should love to sit down and talk to her.
Also, Harold Bloom didn’t want her to win. So that makes me happy. Because if I haven’t mentioned it here before, Harold Bloom is a stuck-up asshole of cataclysmic proportions. He’s as snobbish as Nabokov. I am embarrassed by the both of them.
So now, made happier and prouder to be a writer after reading her interview, I’m going to go do some writing myself.
Addendum: And her reaction to winning the prize is charm itself. I hope I’m so charming at eighty-eight years old, but fear that when someone comes round to tell me I’ve won a prize, I’ll be yelling at them to bugger off my lawn while throwing rocks at squirrels, or something. (When you read this article, watch the little video clip available on the left side of the article. She’s fun to listen to. What a nice person.)