French novelist Jean-Marie Gustave Le Clézio:
“author of new departures, poetic adventure and sensual ecstasy, explorer of a humanity beyond and below the reigning civilization”
I confess I haven’t heard of him before, but what a handsome devil he was in 1963.
He joins the illustrious companionship of Nobel prize winners, and the Prize for Literature has gone to the biggest of names: last year it went to Doris Lessing (who made quite a grump about it). Other notable previous winners – Harold Pinter. J.M. Coetzee. Gunter Grass. Toni Morrison. Steinbeck. Sartre. Galsworthy. George Bernard Shaw. Poets of the calibre of W B Yeats and T S Eliot. I’m particularly fond of the 1969-1971 triple whammy of Pablo Neruda, Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn and Samuel Beckett. That’s some big guns.