The Pulitzers were announced yesterday. Lots of great stuff, as it should be, in both journalism and fiction. All in all, however, it’ll be stuff that I’ve never read or probably won’t ever read. And I say this, with just a hint of sadness. Some publishing house should put out a collection for the newspaper reporting.
According to NPR, “The Pulitzer for fiction went to Cormac McCarthy’s The Road, which follows the harrowing path of a father and son in a post-apocalyptic America. The primal fear of parents losing children was also the subject of this year’s Pulitzer winner in drama: David Lindsay-Abaire wrote the play Rabbit Hole, about parents mourning the accidental death of their 4-year-old son.
The Pulitzer for music went to saxophonist, composer and pioneer of free jazz, Ornette Coleman, who won for his recent recording Sound Grammar. He just turned 77.”
Just once, I’d love to see the Pulitzers give out the music award to someone, like, say, Nickelback. Just for shiggles sake. Oh wait. They’re Canadian. Oh well. Maybe they could give it to K-Fed?
For a complete list of winners head over to the Pulitzer site. And if you’re really in the mood, a writer for Slate thinks the Pulitzers are just a bunch of horseshit. We tend to agree.