Magellan's Log: Iris Murdoch: Crackerjack

The Nobel Prizes for literature litter the 20^th century like so many gaudy, tinseled give-away toys bestowed by blind representatives of a corrupt, corrupting culture on those who either celebrated it or beautifully bemoaned it. Esthetic incest in the guise of art. Now, latterly, the bestowers and the recipients are, like Carel in The Time of the Angels, best left to their silent, moldering deaths.