A horse walks into a bar by David Grossman - Booker Prize review

The Booker Prize is a prize for the best fiction book of the year(?). The judges are famous authors. They pick a book. I think they want to look like clever people. They pick a book that they don't understand and that no-one who is is famous in the literary world is likely to understand. To make themselves look clever (?). Some people buy the book in Smiths or Waterstones. A lot of us hedge our bets and reserve it from the library.

A Horse Walked into a Bar has a long library waiting list in Devon. I won't say it was worth waiting for or even that I understand every word of it. I'm picking at bits of it.

I am probably the first person in my bit of the Devon waiting list who might be related to the author. Maybe. I say maybe because some of our family hopped it before the Holocaust and emigrated to Israel and never escaped later through bolting it before doing their compulsory Army Service or by getting a better job elsewhere.

I know Netanya, the seaside town which the standup comic slags off. I lost my virginity there helping on one of the many Israeli war efforts when I was 17 and I've never been back. Hello Netanya my old friend. It''s a small seaside town and it has nice personal memories. 

I know the name of the stand-up comic is sort of the author's name. David Grossman becomes Dovaleh G. Dovaleh means 'Davy-sweetheart'

DavyGee which rhymes with V.D is one of these sicko humorists who vomits all over the audience. He gives modern Israel, and modern anyplace with its army training camps and children who wish their Mum hadn't met their Dads a good pasting. He throws  up the Holocaust and cancer too.

Does it deserve to win anything? Nah. I reckon the longend of the longlist if it was a bad year for literary, library fiction. But don't trust me, I might be related to the author.