Booker prize judge Louise Doughty reckons that male academics on the judging panels of contemporary book prizes choose "the literary and the obscure to impress their colleagues." She must be right, of course. I mean, if we take a look at the last, say, ten books to win the Booker Prize we'll find such obscure, rebarbative and arcane titles as The Life of Pi, Vernon God Little and The Inheritance of Loss, books that can only be read and understood by the snobbish literary elite with their big heads packed full of big, bookish brains.
These previous Booker winners aren't the dreadful, sentimental tosh I took them to be but are, it would seem, inaccessible and highbrow.
God knows which of the six shortlisted titles will win tonight, but we can rest easy that it won't be something that will make us actually have to think. Thank the Lord for that. No, thank Doughty.