[Editor’s note: You guys! New person! It is my pleasure to introduce you to Jess D., who will be writing stuff on this here blog. J Dizzle, as her friends don’t call her, has much better credentials for this thing than me. She studied English Literature at the BEST UNIVERSITY IN AUSTRALIA and is now doing an editing and publishing degree at the same place. Furthermore, FURTHERMORE, she also worked as Senior Text Buyer at the Melbourne University Bookshop (you guys did you know it’s the best university in Australia?) before that place was privatised, and hopefully she’ll be doing that again soon when they hire some staff! Look, what I’m saying is we’re happy to have her and read the words that she writes with her hands (presumably). xoxo Steven]
I, Jessica, former employee of rival bookstore, Melbourne University Bookshop (RIP), will be a guest blogger on this delightful store’s blog.
To begin: WHY IS THERE NO PULITZER PRIZE FOR FICTION???
Thank-you Steven H. for addressing this issue already.
My first real blog, beyond this one, will be a delightful debate starter.
Which is better literary buffs, the Pulitzer Fiction prize (RIP) or the Booker fiction prize?
I was schooled on this matter a number of years ago by a colleague who claimed every fiction book he’d ever read that was either a winner of the Big P, or a Long/Short list entrant was immediately added to his own personal favourites list. The same, could not be said for the Booker.
So my quest for this blog begins today:
I am currently reading Julian Barnes’ The Sense of Ending, and will compare my reading enjoyment with A Visit From the Goon Squad to indeed inform readers whether the Pulitzers’ Fiction prize disappearance will severely affect our reading pleasure or not.
Stay tuned and goodnight.