JM Coetzee is the kind of author you can feel good about being enthusiastic, writes Lynne Coady. “This is an author whose work one can celebrate unreservedly, who refuses to be anyone’s public platypus, whose recent winning of the Nobel Prize for literature is the kind of thing that makes readers feel really, really good about whoever’s keeping shop over there in Stockholm, and really, really contemptuous toward the Man Booker Prize judges, who neglected to shortlist Coetzee’s Elizabeth Costello.”