Booker club: Self Help by Edward Docx

I don't see anything mortally sinful about the presence of bourgeois writers, and books, on the long and shortlists. But once they get as navel-gazing as the creatures in this book, I begin to gag.

Judging the Booker by its covers

I'm hoping you'll join me in a careful assessment of this year's prize contenders over the coming weeks. In the meantime, why let not having read any of them interfere with making some satisfyingly snap judgments?

Book-burning threat over town’s portrayal in Booker-winning novel

When she won the Booker prize, Kiran Desai lifted the town of Kalimpong into the glare of the media spotlight. But few in the town are now thanking her for setting her novel, The Inheritance of Loss, there. Internet forums hum with indignation about the book's "condescending statements", while others threaten public book-burnings.

And the winner is?

Michael Jackson has won 240 of them. Frank Gehry has bagged 130. The culture of prize-giving has gone mad. It has replaced the art of criticism in determining cultural value and shaping public taste. We enjoy the glamour of a Booker or an Oscar night, but we lose something too in this orgy of awards, says Jason Cowley.