A Bad Day For Book Nerds

To say that my novel, Domestic Violets, which came out last August, was eligible to win the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction is a true statement.  Technically. Right? I mean it’s true in the same way that I was eligible to be named People’s Sexiest Man Alive.  After all, I am a man, and I am alive. Regardless, I think we can all agree that I can speak about this year’s lack of a winner with a healthy bit of objectivity. 
In failing to name a winner for fiction, the folks in charge of...