Richard Wright

author of strange, dark fictions


Turner Prize Winner

December 8, 2009 by Richard Wright in Journal, Life

I appear to have accidentally won the Turner Prize, which is nice.  Unexpected, but nice.

Oh, okay, that wasn’t me.  Take heed, sudden rush of visitors who have found my site after Glasgow-based artist Richard Wright was awarded the Turner Prize yesterday, he isn’t me.  Also, I’m not him.  I’m the Richard Wright who used to live in Glasgow, and who writes short stories and books and things.  He’s the Richard Wright who still lives in Glasgow, and makes art out of gold leaf and stuff.

Not the same people at all.  But scroll down and buy a book anyway.  Even if it’s not your cup of tea, you can display it prominently in your home.  People will ask, it will be a talking point, and this little online detour will be a comical anecdote to warm things up while you wait for the first drinks to kick in.

Aren’t you glad you popped by?

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