"The same things are done by us, over and over, with terrible predictability. One may be forgiven, in view of this, for wishing at least to associate with beauty."
There are 82 books that have won the Pulitzer Prize for fiction, and I've vowed recently to read them all. Why not? It's the ultimate book recommendation list, after all. It appears that I've already read eight of the 82:
The Good Earth by Pearl S. Buck (1932)
The Old Man and the Sea by Earnest Hemingway (1953)
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee (1961)
Angle of Repose by Wallace Stegner (1972)
Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy O'Toole (1981)
Empire Falls by Richard Russo (2002)
Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides (2003)
The Road by Cormac McCarthy (2007)
Just 74 more to go!
Anyhow, I stumbled upon the above quote last night 209 pages into Humboldt's Gift by Saul Bellow (1976 Pulitzer winner) and was in awe of its seldom-admitted truth. That's all.