Yep, I said it. Hard to believe, but true. For the first time in 35 years, the Pulitzer board couldn’t decide on a winner from the three fiction finalists nominated by the Pulitzer jury. What’s the world coming to? And although I know my 2 cents doesn’t mean a hill of beans in the grand ’ole scheme of things, as a fiction reader and novelist, it’s very disheartening. Why? Because in an economy where writers find it increasingly tough to make a buck, this is another punch to the gut. Let’s face it. Winning the Pulitzer creates sales. And even the mention of the Pulitzer winners generates enough buzz to get readers back in the bookstores, brick ‘n mortar and online. Not to mention the fact that the Pulitzers have helped make mere writers immortals, and have had the power to transform obscure novels into instant best sellers.
Now, the Pulitzer jury has been quick to announce that they did indeed offer three finalists, but ultimately, the Pulitzer board couldn’t make a decision because essentially, the votes were too spread out to declare a true winner. What that essentially boils down to with me is that we all lose. And it’s a shame.
So, that’s just my 2 cents, for whatever it’s worth. And I sincerely hope it never happens again.
~’Til Next Time…