The Pulitizer Project: A Year Later
It's been a year since
I've started my "Pulitzer Project"
(http://bfthsboringblog.blogspot.com/2015/01/pulitizer-project.html) give
or take a day or so. I'm currently in the midst of my 26th book (The
Stories of John Cheever) and when I finish it I will be into the 1980s.
For as many books as I've read, there are plenty that I have not.
For such a task, I asked my husband to find me electronic versions of the
prize winning novels and there were plenty that he was unable to get. So
I'm making due with what he did manage to obtain and I've read each one (ok, in
some cases I've skimmed, but more on that later) in chronological order.
My impressions thus far?
Just because a book has won a major award doesn't mean it's good or
memorable! I have been surprised by what I have loved and what I have
hated. Much of what I've read thus far I have found to be
"meh." (It's no wonder that many of the winning authors I had
never heard of. How many of you knew about Ernest Poole who won the very
first Pulitzer? Or Shirley Ann Grau's Keepers of The House which
won in 1965 and is one of the gems that I stumbled on reading all these books.)
Here's what I made my
way through since January of 2015:
- His Family
by Ernest Poole: Surprisingly good; maybe I just didn't have any
expectations for this one. As I said in a previous
blog, http://bfthsboringblog.blogspot.com/2015/05/the-pulitzer-project-10-books-in.html
this story published nearly 100 years ago (1918) has relevancy
today.
- The Magnificent Ambersons by Booth Tarkington: HATED the main character.
REALLY hated him. Total spoiled brat and I was happy when he
finally died.
- The Age of Innocence
by Edith Wharton: A beautiful book, but I formed no emotional
attachment to it.
- Alice Adams
by Booth Tarkington: A story I understood all too well. How I
felt for Alice as the "unpopular" girl longing to be part of the
crowd and thinking she could get there.
- One of Ours
by Willa Cather: Ennui thy name is Claude Wheeler.
- So Big
by Edna Ferber: Selina proves that attitude is everything. If
only her son had learned that. A strong woman that I could take some
lessons from.
- The Bridge of San Luis Rey by Thorton Wilder: Interesting concept of how
life is intertwined and a quick and relatively easy read. Still, I prefer
Wilder plays (especially The Matchmaker)
- The Good Earth
by Pearl S Buck: Another book with a strong woman; although the strength
of O-Lan is quiet and gentle. I came away appreciating my own a life
a bit more.
- The Yearling
by Marjorie
Kinnan Rawlings: Growing up in wilds of Florida obviously wasn't fun
and games. Still I wished Jody would just grow up already!
- The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck:
A painful, painful tale and with themes that are still all too
current. It hurt to read, but needed to be read.
- A Bell For Adano by John Hersey:
Set in Italy during WWII, it shows that we need more than food to
nourish us. Our spirits need refreshing too and Major Joppolo
revives this town in so many ways. My spirit was refreshed too after
reading this.
- Tales of the South
Pacific
by James Michener: I knew "South Pacific" but I didn't
know its source. As powerful and beautiful as the Rogers and
Hammerstein musical is, Michener's book is even more so.
- The Caine Mutiny by Herman Wouk:
I'm still not sure if Queeg was the good guy or bad. But in
war is anything ever clear? This along with the previous two novels
on my list gave me a real insight into life during WWII, and not just
"war" life, but life before and after.
- A Fable by William Faulkner:
I swear I read it. I have no idea what it was about. I
think I'm relatively intelligent, but I just did not understand it.
It was like reading a foreign language. I kept reading faster
and faster and started skimming, hoping that I'd get something. But
I never did. I needed the web version of Cliff Notes (how’s that for
dating myself) to get it.
- A Death In The Family by James Agee: A
sad but beautiful tale showing how a father's unexpected death affects
different members of the family. (And a relief after trying to make
my way through Faulkner.)
- To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee:
Although I had pledged NOT to re-read books I had previously read
(hence my omissions of Gone With The Wind, All The King's Men,
and The Old Man And The Sea thus far), I broke that pledge
with Harper Lee. I adore this book and it had been many years since
I had read it. (I am forever in the debt of my high school English
teacher for having us read this.) It did not disappoint. It is
as powerful now as it was when I first read it. Harper Lee's tale
embraces me and doesn't let go. Immediately following my re-read I
sat down with Go Set A Watchman. While I liked the novel,
what I loved about it was that it gave me a "history" of To
Kill a Mockingbird. It showed me what a good editor can go and
how a story that was only so-so could be pushed in a direction that would
make it one of the most beloved stories of all times.
- The Reivers by William Faulkner:
To go from my favorite author to one of my least favorites was a
difficult transition! At least I understood this one! I didn't
particularly like The Reivers, but I could follow the story line.
- The Keeper of the House by Shirley Ann Grau:
The greatest compliment I can give to this novel is that it reminded
me of To Kill A Mockingbird; it takes place in the deep south and
the theme of racism runs through it. A story of many generations and
the land that I know I will read again.
- The Collected Stories of
Katharine Anne Porter by Katherine Ann Porter: I'd read
Ship of Fools and I think I prefer it to these stories if only because I
found some fascinating ("The Jilting of Granny Weatherall") and
some dull ("The Leaning Tower"). I would probably read
some of the stories again, but skip a hunk.
- The Fixer by Bernard Malamud:
While incredibly depressing (a man kept in prison for year for
committing a crime that he is clearly not guilty of), it gave me great
insight into what it must have been like to live as a Jew in Russia.
(The fixer's true crime in living and working where Jews were not
allowed.) Not unlike The Grapes of Wrath, as it is painful to read,
but also necessary.
- The Confession of Nat
Turner
by William Styron. I'm not sure how much of this was meant to shock
rather than to tell a tale of slavery and the uprising against it. I
found myself skimming parts of this; I wanted to be pulled in more, but
was not.
- House Made of Dawn by N. Scott Momaday: Once again a stream of
consciousness novel leads me wondering if I know what the heck is going
on. Beautiful prose, and there were parts that I wished were longer
and more detailed and others that I would have liked to have skipped over
entirely. Gave me some insight into Native American culture and
lifestyle, but not enough.
- The Optimist's Daughter by Eudora Welty: As an only child who will have
to deal with my parents' aging and issues that will come with it, I could
easily relate to this story. And I am glad that I don't have a step
mother (or father) who was so egocentric to deal with. Reading this
somehow will prepare you for what life will probably have to offer most of
us (aging/ill parents and death).
- The Killer Angels
by Michael Shaara: This has been called one of the
best books about the Civil War/Gettysburg and the praise is true.
Even if you don't care about the battle at Gettysburg, this story
offers great insight into how war was "done" and how fight
"evolved." It's strange as I am not a fan of war stories
(or movies), but some of the best books that I have read on this Pulitzer
journey are about war. I highly recommend this one.
- Humboldt's Gift
by Saul Bellow: Sections of this book I loved and other sections
just went on and on. I thought I'd come to the end (once we
finally find out what Humboldt's gift is), and then there was more.
Maybe I'm not enough of an "intellectual" to fully enjoy
it. It was worth the read, but not a re-read.
- The Stories of John Cheever by John Cheever: I'm savoring my way through
this one. I'm currently only 1/4 through the collection and am in no
hurry. His stories transport me back to the 1960s and I feel like I
need a cocktail in hand while reading (either by a roaring fire or by my
in ground pool; neither of which I have). I've heard Cheever
described as the American Ibsen and that may be true. (I like
Ibsen.) I've never read Cheever before, but now that I have I know I
will read more (once I've finally finished this "Project.")
As I am about halfway
through all the electronic books, I expect that this "project" will
take me through 2016 and into 2017. At times I've been frustrated, but
think that the rewards of reading some truly wonderful novels negates the
frustration. (And it's clear that I'll never read Faulkner again!)
With every novel, I gain a new appreciation of the blood, sweat and tears
that must go into each author's work (even the ones I don't like). It's
an interesting path I've been on and I'm looking forward to the next half of my
"adventure."
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