Well Said Freddy! Forsyth V ‘Intellectual’ Jackals

It would seem self-evident that the more people buy a book, the more credit to the author as a writer.

Many more probably read books they borrow from libraries, but paying hard cash is as good a tribute as one can offer.

That’s why so many of us disdain awards like Booker, which are decided by small cliques of ‘intellectuals…’


…a parasitic class of mostly snooty gits.

How The Hell Did Evaristo Ever Get A Writing Prize? 

Hence I felt like cheering when I saw that Frederick Forsyth

‘…has said he has not been able to finish a Booker prize-winning novel for years, saying that he invariably loses interest after 50 pages…. ‘

Mr. Forsyth’s books are very readable.

The Day Of The Jackal

Just think back to that one!

My own inclination to avoid ‘literature’ churned out by Booker winners is confirmed by what Forsyth went on to say.


‘…he would often find with the novels that win the annual literary prize that he did not know “what the hell I am reading… ‘


Well Said Freddy!