Trigger Warning: Anyone not comfortable with ‘satire’, or the possibility that ‘silliness’ might contain a smidgeon of ‘truth’, should be warned that the following is ‘fake news’. To be on the safe side, my advice is not to read any further - go straight to the FT, but do not pass 'Go' or collect £200.
Some of you will remember that on January 29th I wrote a piece entitled ‘Soros expected to make a clean sweep at the Oscars’…and as history went on to corroborate, the entire evening was a celebration of his latest political blockbuster ‘Mission Deplorable’, which netted a total of twelve acceptance speeches, thirty-five ‘one liners’ and the gong for 'Best Cock-Up', even though this was erroneously awarded to PricewaterhouseCoopers.
I am now in a position to reveal another entertainment ‘scoop’; this time months ahead of the media pack that puts such great stock in knowing more than you do.
The winner of next year’s Nobel Prize for Literature is none other than Professor Paul Krugman, for his yet to be written masterpiece “The answer is ‘more’, what was the question?” My sources tell me that this masterly treatise was originally going to be called: “More pearls from the con science of a liberal”, but this was thought to lack the originality and pizzazz that the Princeton sage has become famous for in his NYT astrology column.
Central to the 'plot' is the idea that previously discredited Marxist ideas could still be given a ‘facelift’ in the way that Keynes originally intended, and the revelation that if Professor Krugman were given the chance to facelift the world out of its secular decline, he would be prepared to turn down the role of Ernst Blofeld in the next James Bond movie, despite protestations from his cat ‘Milton’.
The book is dedicated to his other great idol Barry Manilow.