After reviewing the list of Pulitzer winners, I’ve made a few discoveries that demand revised parameters which I think will prevent the project from at times becoming a slog. One of those discoveries is that several of these novels have been optioned and made into films. If they have, and I have seen said films, nary the book I shall read – though I may choose one of the nominees. They are as follows:
Gone with the Wind
The Caine Mutiny
The second discovery (which is not really the second discovery since I alluded to it in my initial posting for this project but because I’m embarrassed to even mention) is that I have read a few of these already. A “few” being of course three or more. Or in my case a sad and pathetic three… and no more.
Blogging is a truly mortifying exercise. If not for the little chirps emitting from my internal Narcissistometer©, I’m not sure what the point would be.
Ok, so the beyond pathetic list of Pulitzer winners I have read are as follows:
To Kill a Mockingbird
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
All the Light We Cannot See
I read it in grammar school, so I remember very little from To Kill a Mockingbird save for the portable little isms:
“Real courage is when you know you're licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.”
I started reading The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay during a flight delay back to New York City in 2006. If you’ve never read a great piece of fiction set in New York City while in New York City, I highly recommend it. Suddenly the book is happening just around a corner, right down the street.
I read All the Light We Cannot See last November and it ripped my heart out and sat on it. Gorgeous, gorgeous book. I miss those characters a lot.
A final note:
Some of you know this. Some of you don’t. I have three small children under the age of six and a full-time job in healthcare administration. I also write plays and sever grass blades and bag dead tree flakes. Needless to say, my pleasure reading time is limited to lunch breaks, bathroom breaks, the StairMaster, and the nanoseconds between stuffing miniature humans into their beds and losing consciousness myself.
This project might take a very, very long time.
UPDATE: I've decided on another revision of the rules herein. If at any point while reading a particular Pulitzer-winning novel I suddenly desire to lobotomize myself, I may abandon said winner as long as I pick up one of its fellow nominees from the same year. I mean... they can't all be good right? Got to be a handful of misfires in there. See? On my fourth book and I'm already sounding mildly pretentious! My dream lives!