Tobi Coventry is invisible, yet he is here. A debut novelist writing about sexuality, desire and, inadvertently, masculinity: the kind of man, we’ve been told for the past five years, no longer exists. Or at least could not win the Booker Prize without causing a strange cultural shudder. He spends his days reading for a living, scouting books before they surface, digging through the backlist to find stories that might translate to screens. So when the book scout-turned-author read The Guardian’s view of the Booker — literary fiction “closed to men”, books about young men “hard to find”, David Szalay’s win putting “masculinity back at the centre of literary fiction” — he wondered, simply: what?
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