...is out. And for a change I find myself agreeing with it. I've only read about half the books on the longlist, but all the ones I would have picked actually did make it to the shortlist. (Well, okay, so I would probably have picked the Gordimer over the Desai, but it does seem a little redundant to be giving a Nobel Laureate the Booker.) More, all the books I was relatively unimpressed by - the Carey, the Mitchell, the Lasdun - all didn't make it.
Of the shortlist, the only book I haven't read is the Matar (I'm two thirds of the way through the Hyland - review on Momus soon). Of the rest, my pick for the prize would be the St. Aubyn, though I'd be perfectly content if either Grenville or Waters were to win.
Personally, though, I find the real value of the prize is in the longlist, which every year provides an introduction to books and writers I'd never read before and probably would never have come across otherwise. Last year's finds included Ali Smith and James Meek's People's Act of Love. This year, St. Aubyn has already made it to my list of authors to read more of, and I hear good things about the Claire Messud and the Jon McGregor. *rubs hands in glee*
Oh, wait! I'm not supposed to be reading prose this month.
Update: My review of Hyland's Carry Me Down here.