A few years ago, I made it a New Year's Resolution to read all the Pulitzer Prize winning novels. I like award winners, it's a form of snobbery, I know, but I'm built that way. I also love the Booker Prize winners. In fact, the Bookers are usually better than the Pulitzers but that is my humble opinion, but I may be biased since my beloved Margaret Atwood has won the coveted prize.
So it pains me when the Pulitzer is given away, even to someone like Bob Dylan.
Dylan, the most acclaimed and influential songwriter of the past half century, who more than anyone brought rock from the streets to the lecture hall, received an honorary Pulitzer Prize on Monday, cited for his "profound impact on popular music and American culture, marked by lyrical compositions of extraordinary poetic power."
I can see the rationale behind this move, after all, no one writes about war, love or pie like Dylan.
Love that country pie
Raspberry, strawberry, lemon and lime
What do I care?
Blueberry, apple, cherry, pumpkin and plum
Call me for dinner, honey, I'll be there
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