A Pint(er) of Happiness

At least someone knows how to read.

Given the Booker disappointment earlier this week, I was sure that the Nobel was going to go to some obscure feminist poet from Luxembourg. So it's a pleasant surprise to learn that the Prize is going to someone who I've not only heard of, but actually like.

Harold Pinter is one of the writers who make it hard to resist using the term 'sparse' to describe their work. I've always admired the sheer accuracy of his writing, and am thrilled that he's won.

Oh, and I can't wait to hear the acceptance speech.