I was seized with an idea recently to read all of the Pulitzer-winning novels. I know little about the list of works and their authors. I know little about the prize. And because I have a weakness for narrative and quests, I decided I should start at the beginning, proceed to the middle, and race to the end of a list of just under 100 books. I am currently at 2.5.
I’m calling this series of posts The 15-Minute Pulitzer because that is the time limit I have imposed upon myself in which to set forth the happenings of the week, my progress in reading, my reflections, etc. As I write this, I believe I am already at 14 minutes. Alas, I shall have to type and think more quickly, and bend the rules. I will simply have to bend the rules.
I like the limit of 15 minutes because it is a limit. I hope it will force me to be more creative and more careful of my prioritization of what I want to mention. And what I do not want to mention. Like how books end. If I were free to write as long as I liked I would inevitably slip and give away a detail that in some way would compromise the experience for other potential readers of Pulitzer-winning novels. It will probably happen anyway, but let us be optimistic.
The Pulitzer Prize was established in 1917 in accordance with the last wishes of Joseph Pulitzer, the then recently-deceased newspaper publisher. No novel was given the prize in 1917; that had to wait until 1918 when Ernest Poole’s His Family won it. And that, as you may have guessed, is to be the subject of my next post!