Nobel Prize for literature. Bob Dylan. There are too many expletives for me to tell you what I said over the breakfast table this morning when I heard the announcement on public radio. Bookman laughed at me and my outrage.

No, I’m not a Dylan fan. I like some of his songs ok but I have never understood why people go so crazy over him like he is some kind of demi-god or something. But then I have never been a screaming fan of any musician. Not that I don’t like music, I do. And it’s not that I don’t think music can be poetry, it can.

But Bob Dylan?

I look to the Nobel to bring to light a powerful author who I probably have never heard of. Authors, even well regarded and widely known ones, have audiences vastly smaller than someone like Bob Dylan. I see the Nobel as something that provides an opportunity for broadening the readership of a writer whose work says important things. Are there many people who don’t know who Bob Dylan is? Does Dylan need the Nobel as a platform for his music to be better known?

I know a lot of people are excited about Dylan being given the award. But, while music can be literary, music is not literature in my book and I am disappointed in the Nobel committiee’s selection.

Sour grapes? Maybe. I always hope Margaret Atwood will be awarded the prize. Maybe next year.