The Hatchet Job of the Year Award is for the writer of the angriest, funniest, most trenchant book review of the past twelve months. It aims to raise the profile of professional critics and to promote integrity and wit in literary journalism.
I don't know how I'd feel if I were on the receiving end of one of these, but damn, some of them aren't half funny.

Some of them step too far into criticising the author rather than their work for me, but given that some of the books reviewed are memoirs, that line is quite blurred. And all the reviewers at least attempt to offer evidence for their assertions.

What do you think?