Same thing happened in 1974. I'm not sure what the reason is this year, but the panel unanimously voted Gravity's Rainbow for the 1974 and the board refused to honor the jury's decision because they took offense to the book. I see nothing controversial about this year's finalists, but who knows.
She owns that now. He-he. That is the beauty of doing it first. Or winning a Pulitzer for a novel you did it in.
But I liked it. I thought it made a great short story. It was the best part of the book for me. Well, that and the 'Parrothood' thing.
Choruses are gimmicky. So are truncated chapters. And lists. And incorporating pop. There are a lot of gimmicks.
Words are gimmicks. Gimmicks. I like that word. Sounds funny.
These awards are all bullshit anyway.
Just award all of them the fucking thing.
Or even better, discontinue the idiotic prize. $10,000 ain't shit anyway.
It was a stupid idea to begin with.
It stinks. Pew-litzer.
I always hated the name.
Plus the fucker was Hungarian for god's sake. Hungarian,
There is not a single year, in the last twenty or so, that I would have picked the winning novel as my favorite of the year.
It's a conspiracy anyway.
