Goncourt, Renaudot, Fémina : it’s the literary prizes week in France. Books! Awards!
As soon as the names come up, herds of obedient consumers rush to buy the books – which are sold out, of course.
I wonder why. Do people want the book because they don’t know how to choose a story by themselves? Do they just pavlovically trigger-happy-obey to primary medias impulse? Is it something like mimetic desire (Google it, but it’s the way a kid want “this” red toy-car just because someone wants it)?
I don’t know, but I have a solution.
If you consider that geting awarded means it’s a good book, just move a little back, to last year, or ten years ago, whatever. What if the Pulitzer of 2014 STAYED good?
You’ll find plenty more good infos on the web about each book. You’ll find a pocket book version. You’ll find it cheaper on Craiglist, and you’ll disobey a little to cattle movements. Little pleasure.
Have a nice day with a book!