I’ve been gradually reading prior Pulitzer winners for fiction and I have to say I haven’t hit a bad one yet. Maybe I’ll try and read this years before it’s several decades old.
Same – if you've not yet red Confederacy of Dunces it's as applicable as ever.
The bedsheet protest scene is embarassingly relatable and ... I think my pyloric is aching up again.
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I've only ever started one Pulitzer (non-fiction) that absolutely could not be finished: The Killer Angels (although it was recommended to me by a former soldier who loved it).