It’s true: fiction got fucked in the face by the Pulitzers. The reason I’m bummed is because it’s one of the few opportunities to do something exciting for a writer and the literary community, especially the booksellers. We need these prizes to celebrate our collective industry no matter how political and corrupt it often seems. It sounds like the process must have been grueling. WHat’s worse than coming up empty handed? Having your dick cut off? Okay, here at betsy.com let’s have our own vote. The three finalists are Denis Johnson’s Train Dreams, David Foster Wallace’s The Pale King, and Karen Russel’s Swamplandia.
So cast your vote for one of these three writers OR nominate someone else. The winner of the BetsyPulitzerPrize will be invited to have a q&a here, I will make love with the winner, and he or she will get a free copy of THe Forest for the Trees and a free lifetime subscription to the blog.
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