This blog is being written to chronicle a particular journey I intend to take–specifically, to read the Pulitzer Prize-winning novels in chronological order (that is the recipients of the “Pulitzer Prize for the Novel” from 1918 to 1947, and of the “Pulitzer Prize for Fiction” from 1948 to the present). I have my reasons, which I’ll try to address in some early posts here, but none of them are any better than a mountain climber’s reasons for ascending a peak (and maybe a bit worse). I’m a little curious what the experience will show me about American literature (and, if the literature is any good, about myself), but that’s all in the future.
I’ll post thoughts during the reading of some books (or so I anticipate), and more thought-out “reviews” at the end of each one. I have no particular time in which I hope to accomplish the goal (within a year or two makes sense, but it’s going to require pretty dedicated reading to finish this in 12 months). And, although I imagine events from my life will creep into most of what I write (and I may occasionally get into the details of those events, to make it clearer where I’m coming from), this isn’t primarily going to be a diary or journal in the most personal sense. It’s one side of me–maybe not even the most important side of me–that I’m interested in hearing from.
I’m interested in hearing from you, too, if you’ve dropped by. Please feel free to comment–to ask a question, to raise a point, to offer an insight. I don’t know what form I want all this to take, but I know that part of what I hope for is some meaningful conversation about books and the human experience with people who are also interested in such things.
For now, it’s just me and a green hard-bound copy of His Family, by Ernest Poole, a novel written at the end of World War One. I’ll let you know how it goes.