And the Nobel Prize for Literature goes to. . .

Herta Müller.  I'd like to say that it comes as a surprise, but the academy has never yet surprised me by choosing anyone I had read before the prize was given.  I don't know why it should start now.  I suppose I'll have to read now.  What a shame--a new world of writing to discover.

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