The Nobel Prize for Literature will be awarded tomorrow. I’ll be celebrating, as I always do, by eating a molten chocolate cake with marshmallow filling cooked in a mold the shape of Saul Bellow’s head. I call it Mallow Bellow. But seriously, nobody knows who will win this year’s Nobel Prize, though Book Fox has done great work handicapping the field. I can guarantee you one thing, though: whoever it is, I won’t have read them. Don’t worry, I won’t pretend I have. Anybody want to take a stab at it?