My two cents: the biggest influence is on readers, not awards. But when millions of readers globally embrace an author, the awards eventually have to catch up to remain relevant. Public sentiment and sales create a gravity that prize committees can't ignore forever. So in a way, the novelist influences awards by first capturing the world's imagination.
It's like they built a new room in the house of world literature and then invited everyone in. Now award ceremonies are regularly held in that room. It's just part of the architecture. The influence is structural, fundamental, and mostly irreversible.
I sometimes wonder if we overstate the 'influence' angle. Awards have their own institutional inertia. A great novelist wins a prize, everyone cheers, and then the next year the committee often reverts to safer, more familiar territory. The real influence might be slower, working through academia and critical theory, which then gradually filters into the sensibilities of future judges. It's a generational shift, not a flip of a switch.
We're all talking about fiction in English. What about the incredible vernacular literatures? The global awards' focus on English-language Indian writers might actually skew the world's perception. But even that skewed focus is a form of influence—it sets a certain trajectory for which Indian voices get global amplification, for better or worse.
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