Chapter 1764 Intermission
Olga?Harper Lee?What about Donovan?
As the winner of the Kafka Prize for Literature, Donovan's strength should not be underestimated.
After all, the Kafka Prize for Literature is an award known as the bellwether of the Nobel Prize for Literature.
"What about Donovan?" Cameron asked.
"The chance is not great..." Qin Luo shook his head lightly.
Little chance?
Did something go wrong?
That's the Franz Kafka Prize for Literature!
Forgive Cameron for reading less, he is a little dizzy now.
"Qin Luo, what you said is wrong, right? Donovan is the winner of the Kafka Prize for Literature. It stands to reason that he should be the person with the greatest chance. How come you say that the chance is not great?"
why?
Hearing Cameron's words, Qin Luo's mouth curled into a faint smile...
"As I said just now, the selection is mainly based on two aspects, either literary or audience, but unfortunately, Mr. Donovan can't touch any of them. In terms of literature, his works are better than Olga's. The difference is far, and in terms of audience, he can't compare with Harper Lee."
"Now do you think Mr. Donovan has a good chance?"
No matter what others think, anyway, from Qin Luo's own point of view, he really thinks that Donovan has little chance.
Of course, this is not because he is not strong, but because his opponent is too fierce.
Olga, Harper Lee, these are upstarts in the literary circles of their respective countries, and even the whole world, their strength is obvious to all!
This……
Hearing Qin Luo's words, Cameron was momentarily at a loss for words. He wanted to refute a few words, but he couldn't say anything.
Although he really didn't want to admit it, what he had to admit was that what Qin Luo said was very reasonable. No matter in terms of literature or audience, Donovan's works were not so good.
Although this is just a trace, it is like a moat. This trace may miss the top prize in the literary world: the Nobel Prize for Literature!
Amid thunderous applause, Bob Dylan stepped onto the podium slowly.
Unlike the usual complexion before, this time his face was flushed red.
Not out of shame, but out of excitement!
Because soon, a brand new Nobel Prize winner for literature will be born.
And he is the witness of this literary feast.
This time, Bob Dylan didn't have anyone to help him, and he came to the speaking seat step by step.
Stretching out his hand to straighten the microphone, Bob Dylan said slowly: "I am deeply honored to be able to witness this literary feast in my twilight years."
"Next, please go to the hotel for dinner. The award ceremony will continue at two o'clock in the afternoon, and the final winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature will be announced at that time."
"thank you all!"
After all, Bob Dylan stepped down in a hurry.
As the chairman of the Nobel Foundation, he is also one of the judges of the Nobel Prizes.
He now has to take advantage of the short two-hour lunch time at noon to hold a meeting of judges to decide the final winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature.
Watching Bob Dylan and others leave the stage one after another, everyone looked at each other and nodded, and then dispersed.
The Nobel Foundation, as one of the most prestigious foundations in the world, can only be described in one sentence: not short of money.
With a wave of Bob Dylan's hand, the entire Vienna Royal Hotel is directly booked out!
And in order to satisfy everyone's dietary needs to the greatest extent.