Great fun last night getting a call from the Mobys from Melville House publicist Megan Halpern, who helped relay my acceptance speech to the fine people at The Griffin.
Thanks to the dodgy connection and the crowd noise, it was a little hard to get exact read on the room. Nevertheless, I distinctly heard the sound of a single, brilliant, highly stylized, postmodern (and at times exhausting) tear running down the face of fellow finalist Thomas Pynchon.
Don’t take the loss too hard, old chum. Your place in literature is secure, even if you’re kind of eating it on YouTube.
Also, if you’re reading this and haven’t read THE CRYING OF LOT 49, please stop reading this and get yourself reading that. There are some things you don’t joke about.
Finally, a huge thanks to friend and co-conspirator James Lotter for making the vid a reality.
Congrats, my friend!
I’ve heard good things about Inherent Vice though, have you read it? The last Pynchon book I tried to read was V. and I didn’t fare too well.
Hey FANTASTIC!
Congratulations — well-deserved!
P.S. Mentioned in the NY Times too.
Congratulations!!!
Beating out a bunch of other people to win an award is one thing. Beating out Thomas Pynchon is definitely something else again.
I have to stop watching your video as new lines crack me up every time. Congrats on the Moby and thanks for the blogging inspiration. P.S. Has Oprah called yet?
I just posted your hilarious video on my blog Paper-Pencil-Pen: Musings of a Fledgling Author. Yes, it’s a free blog, and I even recently changed the template. hee hee