Prize for being Patronising

I hoped this was a sticky sticker that I could peel off but it’s printed on the cover of the paperback.

It must be a joke mustn’t it? It infers women only read on holiday by the pool and enjoy getting sloshed on Bailey’s. Bet she belongs to a book club where LCD (Lowest Common Denominator) lit is the dish of the day with lashings of coffee and more chat than literary analysis. Call me Christine and I will join.

Why isn’t there a Men’s Prize for Fiction? Let’s boycott the Booker until it’s only for white, male, clean-shaven, heterosexual authors living north of the Alps. You know it makes sense. I’m sending this post to my BPJ (Booker Prize Judge) friend. Everyone knows at least one. By the way I have just ordered one of his novels.

Now, enjoy the music and look at the people in the background. As it happens there is only one face of colour. The others look like they are from central casting for Til Death Us Do Part.