Anne Tyler’s Booker short-listed novel is an exquisite meditation on family life.
Male friendship is often overlooked in the 20th-century novel, but in her Booker short-listed novel Yanagihara places it centre.
Obioma’s novel struggles to get going, then splutters and stalls to an unimpressive conclusion.
Sahota’s Booker shortlisted novel is acutely intelligent and very of the moment. It may well take the prize.
Marlon James’s book is a whirlwind of different voices ostensibly about the infamous failed assassination of Bob Marley in 1976.
Tom McCarthy’s Satin Island is certainly an epoch-defining novel, at least inasmuch as it revolves around the task of defining our epoch.
The book prize is the publisher’s answer to the persistent grumble that fiction is in its death throes; an attempt to combat the perceived threat of the digital.
The release of the long list has opened the gates to the annual torrents of literary hobnobbing.