The loathsome Howard Jacobson last night won publishing's most prestigious prize, the Man Booker, for another one of his 'comic' novels packed full of Jewish stereotypes.
Jacobson already holds the title of Nation's Most Rambling and Incoherent Newspaper Columnist™, a position he has used to abuse all kinds of people - like a Richard Littlejohn with a background in the classics. Take this example from 2005, attacking the campaign supporting the family of Jean Charles de Menezes:
You can obviously see why the judges think he's hilarious - except the people Jacobson libellously and disgracefully called "ghouls... dining out on the family's grief'' are my friends Asad, Yasmin, Estelle, Cilius, Mike - oh, and me. What a absolute wanker the man is.
If we are to speak of immorality and barbarism, "the real" barbarians are those who have enlisted the de Menezes tragedy to their political agenda. A ghoul is a malevolent spirit or person who robs graves. Asad Rehman and his fellow campaigners aren't just feeding on Jean Charles de Menezes' body; they are dining out on the family's grief as well.
As it turned out, everyone who believed that the death of Jean Charles was rather more than "accidental death of an innocent bystander" were right, whilst history will judge middle-class warmongering anti civil libertarians like Jacobson as writers who badly misjudged the times they lived through. But at least he has his writing to fall back on and now a boost in sales. That should keep him in enough fine wine to continue rambling incoherently for the Independent.
That doesn't mean, however, that some of us aren't holding a grudge and still waiting for an apology. If Jacobson has the balls to show up in east London for a reading of his side-splitting novel, he can definitely expect a very pissed-off section of the crowd - wearing 'Ghoul' t-shirts, no doubt.
Go on, Howard - I dare you. Disrupting an event involving an arsehole like you would really make up for all the health problems I've had this year.