Harcourt Brace, 289 pp., $23.00
As leaves turn and the English air grows crisp, authors wither and decline; even those who haven't a novel entered for the Booker Prize feel quite ill when its season comes around. It's expectations and effects devastate UK publishing each fall. Rumors of judges' feuds and unofficial long-lists seep like poisoned water through the books pages. This year J.M. Coetzee carried off the prize, for Disgrace. It was his second win, leaving Andrew O'Hagan, a first novelist, one of the disappointed shortlist.
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