On Friday, we will be announcing the winner of the eight cuts gallery prize for literature, the very finest literary thing to have happened in the past year. Take a moment to look back over the shortlisted candidates and give them all the support they richly deserve.
delicately interwoven modernist texts and weightless line-drawings that are all part of the same, impossible-to-pin-down story. Or maybe they stand alone. Mesmerising. And brilliant. And a sheer sentencecraft that’s unsurpassed.
the exception to the Year Zero rule because I’m allowed exceptions, and this is not really linked with Year Zero. Postmodern reflections on life? Satirical ezine? Also a print zine, distributed for free across the globe.
See, I don’t hate the “mainstream”. I hate that it fails to do things well. But Peirene is a sparkling exception. Stunning novellas in translation, presented with consummate care. It would have been easy to choose one of their books, such as Veronique Olmi’s shattering Beside the Sea. Easy but wrong, because however good the books, the Press itself Matters.
the only book on the list, but what a book. A rich, erotic, transgressive whirl through twenty-first century sexual mores and the world of fine art. Self-published and therefore ineligible for many major awards. Go figure that.