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Fleet Street's reaction to Julian Barnes' Booker win appears to be one of relief and no small amount of applause: The Times' literary editor Erica Wagner and the Guardian's Mark Brown both sound an enormous "phew" in their columns this morning. The dissent about the Booker Prize in general and "readability" seem to have subsided for the moment as Barnes soaks up the praise, which you can see in the video clip above. Mischievously, he said that The Sense of an Ending is the best book he's written in the last five years. He even declared it to be "readable". Barnes deserves to have won just for that irresistible cheek.

It wasn't a turn up for the books in the end: Julian Barnes, the odds-on favourite, has won this year’s Booker prize for his novel, The Sense of an Ending. The award has been marred by controversy this time round, with a rival prize now expected to be established, one that recognises outstanding literary achievement. The Booker's self-defence has been supremely confident: Ion Trewin derided his critics as “lovies” and told them to quit bleating until judgment was passed, sure that the result would quell dissent. Apparently, it won't be enough to call off the dogs because Barnes, in that great Booker fashion, is an overdue winner.

The annual tiff about the Man Booker Prize is a reassuringly perennial feature of the British autumn. It is also almost always ridiculous. This year, apparently, the prize has been "dumbed down" as the judges (including the Spectator's Susan Hill) neglected a number of fashionable names in favour of a shortlist that, Julian Barnes excepted, features relatively little-known authors. Worst of all, it seems, the judges are said to have treated "readability" as an important factor when considering their favourites. Crivvens! This, it is further alleged, is part of longer-term trend favouring "accessible" novels above those of so-called genuine literary merit.

Calm reigned outside Kensal Rise Library this afternoon, following the dramas of the morning. Contractors arrived at 6am to board up the building after a court decided that Labour controlled Brent Council could close six libraries as part of its austerity drive. They discovered two people standing guard at the front door, who immediately stood-to and barred the way. The same scene was repeated at 8am, when a posse of locals descended to defy council workers. They were bolstered by a phalanx of 140 or so primary school children from the nearby Princess Frederica CofE school, dragooned into action by their parents. The burly contractors slunk off with their chip-board and haven’t been seen since. The mood was quietly upbeat when I arrived just after midday.

The prognosis is grave for the Booker Prize, say more than a few literary commentators in response to the news that a cabal of publishers, authors and agents plan to establish a “well-funded prize” that would have a “different set of priorities” to the Booker. For different "set of priorities", read “high-brow”; the prize may also be open to American authors. Spokesman for the nascent Literature Prize, Andrew Kidd, told the Bookseller that the prize would: ‘establish a clear and uncompromising standard of excellence...For many years this brief was fulfilled by the Booker (latterly the Man Booker) Prize.

Over at Guardian Books, Irish playwright Belinda McKeon has picked her top 10 farming novels. Here’s her list: 1. Stoner by John Williams 2. Tarry Flynn by Patrick Kavanagh 3. O Pioneers! by Willa Cather 4. Let Us Now Praise Famous Men by James Agee and Walker Evans 5. That They May Face The Rising Sun by John McGahern 6. How I Live Now by Meg Rosoff 7. Foster by Claire Keegan 8. Cold Comfort Farm by Stella Gibbons 9. God's Own Country by Ross Raisin 10.

Why do I keep hearing about Dickens? This is just the start of it. 7 February 2012 is the bicentennary of Dickens’ birth, and there are all sorts of commemorative shenanigans planned for next year. Expect lots more biographies and documentaries. Who’s Claire Tomalin? An award-winning biographer of Jane Austen, Thomas Hardy, Samuel Pepys, Mary Wollstonecraft and Katherine Mansfield. Her background is journalism rather than academia. She’s married to the author Michael Frayn. What’s the deal with this biography? Tomalin’s book claims to offer a concise, rounded portrait of the man and his work.

Thank you to all those readers who entered our online poetry competition last week. There were lots of novel, witty and entertaining entries on the ostensibly mundane subject of ‘games’. The winner is ‘hc18’, who should contact dblackburn @ spectator.co.uk to claim their bottle of champagne. Here is the winning entry: 'The sweat, the fear, the aching limbs, the scowling face of Mr. Symms. The pain, the tears, the shrieks and howls. the muck, the grime, those sweaty towels. Running round the pitch in rain. "You've done it once, get to it again!" Too hot, too cold, too wet, too dry, Mud on your face and grit in your eye... How I miss those days back then, before I'd picked up this bloody pen!