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10/3/94 PHOTOCOPY PRESERVATION Clinton Presidential Records Digital Records Marker This is not a presidential record. This is used as an administrative marker by the William J. Clinton Presidential Library Staff. This marker identifies the place of a publication. Publications have not been scanned in their entirety for the purpose of digitization. To see the full publication please search online or visit the Clinton Presidential Library's Research Room. OBSESSION ) A GALA CELEBRATION OF THE PEN/FAULKNER AWARD FOR FICTION The Folger Shakespeare Library Washington, D.C. October 4, 1993 P. MEMORANDUM Filloken DATE: JULY 5, 1994 TO: PATTI SOLIS FROM: ANN STOCK AS RE: PEN/Faulkner Gala October 3, 1994 I just received the attached from Barbara Pryor. Please handle ASAP. Last year they were put off for a long time and when they finally received a regret letter from Presidential Scheduling, it was sent to Congressman and Mrs. Pryor. DAVID PRYOR ARKANSAS dean ann- - visited with Canolyn Peachy and she suggested the cocooo letter Q bout PEN/Fauckner 0.000 000 It's such a wonderful the non- 100000 C CCC politcal event, I know it - 100000 COROCO Clintons would enjoy To 000000 Bungen lunch- - Let's setit up! Looking forward our LOVE - BARBARA "Obsession" The PEN Faulkner Award for Fiction Gala The Folger Shakespeare Library I/We would like to request tickets for the Gala dinner at $350 per person. (The tax deductible portion of your contribution is $300 per ticket.) I/We will be unable to attend but wish to contribute $ Washington, DC 20002 AN world wound 11195 The PEN. Faulkner Award her Fiction Gala Name Address City State Zip Telephone (daytime) (evening) Please make checks payable 10 the PEN/Faulkner Gala. All contributions are tax deductible according to applicable Federal tax laws Please list guests on reverse side. For further information call (202) 636-8745. My/Our guests will be: PEN/FAULKNER PEN AWARDFORFICTION Sally Danforth. Barbara Pryor. Susan Richards Shreve, Elizabeth Stevens. Roger L. Stevens Co-Chairmen The PEN/Faulkner Award for Fiction each year honors the best published works of fiction by contemporary American writers. Named for William Faulkner. Susan Mary Alsop Elisabeth Griffith and Donna McLarty who used his Nobel Prize funds to support and encourage other writers, the Senator Max Baucus and John Deardourff Alison and William C. Paley PEN/Faulkner Award was founded by writers to honor their peers. Award judges Dr. Wanda Baucus Karen and Werner Gundersheimer Ann and Walter Pincus read widely among the books of American fiction published annually in order Joan Bingham Shirley and Elliott S. Hall Senator David Pryor to select five nominees. The designated winner receives $15,000 and the other four Senator and Mrs. Bill Bradley Representative Jane Harman and Eden and Jerry Rafshoon writers $5,000 each, at a ceremony held each May at the Folger Shakespeare Rita Braver and Robert Barnett Sidney Harman Marina Marshall Rust Constance and Thomas Bruce Library. Support of the award is raised by special events, gifts, grants and the Mrs. H. John Heinz III Donna E. Shalala, Secretary of I Ann Buchwald Ann and Vernon E. Jordan, Jr. and Human Services proceeds from readings which are given by the authors for the award fund. Senator and Mrs Thad Cochran Jurate Kazickas Representative Louise Slaughter Catherine M. Conover Senator J. Robert Kerrey Christine Stevens The PEN/Faulkner Foundation's activities of outreach to the Washington com- Senator John C. Danforth Judy and Peter Kovler George Stevens. Jr. munity include joint sponsorship with the D.C. Commission on the Arts and Katharine Graham Polly Kraft and Lloyd Cutler Ellie and Sandy Trowbridge Humanities of the annual Larry Neal Awards for Washington writers, and the Mary and Donald E. Graham Kate and Jim Lehrer Wren and Tim Wirth Writers in Schools Project. This project, funded by the D.C. Commission, the Meg Greenfield Jacqueline and Marc Leland Catherine Wyler and Richard Ryr Eugene and Agnes E. Meyer Foundation, and the Morris and Gwendolyn Cafritz Foundation, places noted authors in D.C. public high schools to discuss their writing with students who are studying their work. Sally Danforth, Barbara Pryor, Susan Richards Shreve, Elizabeth Stevens, Roger L. Stevens Co-Chairmen The Benefit Committee PEN Faulkner Foundation Board of Directors The Board of Directors request the pleasure of your company at Robert Stone harman Stephen Goodwin. President "Obsession" Richard Bausel I Ethelben Miller A Gala Celebration Louis Begley lobs Olson to benefit Michael R Bese hloss I Barrett Prettyman, Ir The PEN/Faulkner Award for Fiction Jackson R Brver Drane Rehm Conrad Calritz Earth Sale with readings by Thomas Caplan Susan chards Shreve Louis Begley David Bradley Robert Olen Butler Thomas Flanagan Hodding arter Susan Stamberg Ernest Gaines Barry Hannah Elizabeth Hardwick Maureen Howard Jayne Anne Phillips Elena Castedo Lou Stovall George Plimpton Francine Prose Vikram Seth Mary Lee Settle Ntozake Shange Alan Cheuse William Warner Elizabeth Spencer Scott Spencer Wendy Wasserstein Patricia Browning Griffith Mary Helen Washington Master of Ceremonies Werner Gundersheimer Deborah laylor Ashford. Counsel Roger Mudd Nick Kotz Jamee I Delancy, Executive Director Monday, October 4, 1993 Wilda Lewis The Folger Shakespeare Library 201 East Capitol Street, S.E. Washington, D.C. ack tie 6:30 p.m. Reception s.v.p. card enclosed 7:30 p.m. Readings 8:30 pm. Dinner This evening is made possible by Ford Motor Company Copyright 1994 The Washington Post The Washington Post May 23, 1994, Monday, Final Edition SECTION: STYLE; PAGE B1 LENGTH: 945 words HEADLINE: Chilly Scenes of a Winner; Amid PEN/Faulkner's Hoopla, Philip Roth's Cool 'Confession' SERIES: Occasional BYLINE: David Streitfeld, Washington Post Staff Writer BODY: "I thought writing was like a 100-yard dash," Dagoberto Gilb confided to the audience at the ceremony Saturday night marking the PEN/Faulkner Awards for Fiction. "I got into it, ran real fast. But when I looked up, no one was there." So he kept going - 400 yards, a mile, took up jogging. Cars passed, some people glanced at him, most didn't Finally Gilb got thirsty, and decided to go into a store- for a drink. "And suddenly -- zshoom! - I'm the millionth customer!" The festivities, at the Folger Shakespeare Library, were the reward for those long months and years of trudging along: fans and admirers, official recognition, white chocolate truffles and rare roast beef. Plus, of course, a check. Gilb, one of the four nominees who got $ 5,000, was almost giddy. Philip Roth, who received $ 15,000 as the PEN/Faulkner winner, was by contrast somewhat icy. But then, few have ever accused him of being a hail-fellow-well-met type. He read a scene from his winning book, "Operation Shylock: A Confession," in which a concentration camp guard remembers how much fun it was to torture: "What a job! A sensational blowout every day! One continuous party! Blood! Vodka! Women! Death! Power! And the screams! Those unending screams! Great while it lasted, stupendous while you were young and fearless and on a tear." This wasn't exactly celebratory, but everyone agreed later that it was certainly masterful in an in-your-face way. One woman went up to Roth and told him how much she liked it. The writer responded, she said, with something to the effect of: "Well, of course it was great. I wrote it." Roth isn't the only writer to have a high opinion of himself. Stanley Elkin, a finalist for "Van Gogh's Room at Arles," was represented by his daughter, Molly. She said her father couldn't come "because of his debilitating disease." People nodded; it couldn't be easy to travel here from St. Louis in a wheelchair. But it turned out Molly Elkin was talking about an ailment even more crippling and insidious than his multiple sclerosis: "his writer's ego." At 64, three years older than Roth, Elkin has written many well-regarded books but has never had his younger colleague's sales, income or attention. For whatever reason, he was one of the very few nominees not to attend the awards ceremony during the 14-year history of PEN/Faulkner. The other two finalists, both for first books, were Kate Wheeler, author of "Not Where I Started From," who was very nervous, and Fae Myenne Ng, author of "Bone." Ng thanked an extensive list of people, including her husband and fellow novelist, Mark Coovelis, whose "Gloria" she described as a "powerful and tough-minded novel that challenges and inspires you." A wife blurbing her spouse -- now there's an unbiased critic. Master of ceremonies was '93 PEN/Faulkner winner Annie Proulx, who incidentally triumphed over Roth last month in the Pulitzers. "Every other week," she said in her opening remarks, "someone says the book is dying or dead, that just around the corner is the black hour when books will be curiosities like stereopticon slides or milk stools." Yet perhaps, she went on, it isn't so much that readers are disappearing as that they're shifting away from a concentrated elite and into the blurry mainstream. Proulx saluted the small publishers and university presses that, scattered across the country, are doing so much to carry the banner of literature. She pointed out the amazing rise in the amount of fiction written by women, by gay men and lesbians, by all sorts of hyphenate-Americans. She also noted the pervasiveness of book discussion groups: "People read, they meet, they discuss, they deliberately exercise their mental faculties, they engage their sense of value, they consider meaning." As for computers, they are wonderful for transmitting information, but "no one is going to sit down and read a novel on that twitchy little screen." Roth, as it happened, was one of those who has been saying the serious reader is dying or dead. Last year, he told an interviewer that "we are down to a gulag archipelago of readers." Sixty thousand, was his guess. "I assure you there are no more." Well, at most 120,000. So who's correct, the old hand or the new kid on the block? Proulx is "exactly right," said publisher Morgan Entrekin. And even if Roth was on the mark with his 120,000 estimate, "that's probably 25,000 more than there ever were before." Biographer Scott Donaldson, on the other hand, found Proulx "inspirational but not entirely convincing." He voted for 150,000, "but that may be high." "Maybe 30,000?" wondered a gloomy Scott Spencer, one of the three PEN/Faulkner judges. But Scott, hundreds of thousands of people read your novel "Endless Love," which is certainly serious fiction. He quibbled that that was due to the Brooke Shields movie, but even so moved his count up to a couple of hundred thousand. "That's a lot. It's a cadre upon which from time to time a larger cultural statement can be made." Shawn Wong, another judge, commented: "Probably one adult out of 50 sits down after dinner and reads a book - any book. A serious book? One out of 500." That translates into about 400,000 people. "Ah," he concluded, "it's probably half that." At the other extreme, Kim Witherspoon went on the record with 12 million. But then, as the agent for two of the nominees, Gilb and Wheeler, she was having a good night. People will continue to debate this, because there's no final answer. "Half a million," suggested D.C. lawyer Whitney Ellerman. He shrugged. "It's like knowing how many people have warts in this country. I have no idea." GRAPHIC: PHOTO, PHILIP ROTH ACCEPTS HIS AWARD BEFORE FELLOW NOMINEES (FROM LEFT) KATE WHEELER, DAGOBERTO GILB AND FAE MYENNE NG. MARY LOU FOY LANGUAGE: ENGLISH LOAD-DATE-MDC: May 23, 1994 Copyright 1994 News World Communications, Inc. The Washington Times May 23, 1994, Monday, Final Edition SECTION: Part C; METROPOLITAN TIMES; ABOUT TOWN; PARTY LINES; Pg. C12 LENGTH: 680 words HEADLINE: PEN proves mighty rewarding BYLINE: Mark Carnegie BODY: Grand man of fiction Philip Roth walked off with the top prize of $15,000 atSaturday night's PEN/Faulkner Awards at the Folger Shakespeare Library's theater. Runners-up Dagoberto Gilb, Fae Myenne Ng, Stanley Elkin and Kate Wheeler were awarded $5,000 each. The PEN/Faulkner Award for fiction is arguably the most coveted writer'sprize in America, treasured as much for its prestige as its largess. The judges are writers as well, so the award marks artistic recognition by peers that can have an enormous impact on the winner's career. Almost nobody had heard of E. Annie Proulx before she copped the PEN/Faulkner last year; she's been awarded virtually every major prize since, including the Pulitzer. "This is the night of the book," declared Ms. Proulx, who served asmistress of ceremonies at the festivities. In an amusing speech that sang the praises of the printed word, she dismissed books on computer by crowing, "Nobody's going to read a novel from one of those fidgety screens, ever!" The crowd of about 200 literary glitterati and their admirers laughed and cheered. All the nominees read from their nominated works. The affable Mr. Gilb,who two years ago was still working in construction, read from his short-story collection, "The Magic of Blood." Although he got tangled up in his own words a number of times in the very short passage, he won over the audience with his casual attire - a short-sleeved print shirt with khakis and cowboy boots - and his unaffected reading style. "Oooh, he's cute," one woman purred. Miss Ng nearly broke down in tears while describing the lives of the Chineseimmigrants she chronicled in her novel "Bone." "The writing took 10 years," she said of her spare and somber work, but the audience barely responded to her unenthusiastic reading. Kate Wheeler was more warmly received as she laughed her way through part ofa story in her collection, "Not Where I Started From." Clearly thrilled by the award and buoyed by the presence of her father, Ms. Wheeler punctuated her reading involuntarily with smiles, grins and chuckles. Washington lawyer Molly Elkin was similarly cheery as she accepted the awardfor her father, Stanley, for his trio of novellas titled "Van Gogh's Room at Arles." The writer could not attend because of illness, Miss Elkin said. "Not his MS [multiple sclerosis]," she deadpanned, "but a far worse and more devastating condition - his writer's ego." Looking regally bored on the dais as the relatively unknown went throughtheir bits, Mr. Roth nevertheless brought the crowd to its feet with a fiery reading from his winning novel, "Operation Shylock," about John Demjanjuk, the Cleveland ironworker accused of being the notorious Treblinka concentration camp guard Ivan the Terrible. Although a number of listeners admitted they hadn't been able to get throughMr. Roth's somewhat dense novel, a few noted that the author's impassioned reading made them want to take another look. After the awards, guests repaired to the Great Hall for a cocktail buffetand a bit of schmoozing. The writers, not surprisingly, remained largely among themselves, talking shop. Less literary types who had paid $50 for the privilege of attending scooped up roast beef and strawberries while trying to chat up as many honorees as possible. "This is my husband, he's just written a novel," Miss Ng offered from astrategically chosen table before being deluged with autograph requests. "I hear Philip Roth is very depressed," another woman said, shortly beforetaking off across the room to track him down. Copies of the winners' books were being hawked from the entry to the hall, which, if a little less than good form socially, didn't seem to bother either the writers or their fans. "I do hope it's a first edition," said a lady who lunches as Ms. Wheelerwas inscribing a book to her. "Oh yeah," the writer replied hopefully, "the first printing hasn't sold out yet." Copyright 1994 The Hearst Corporation The San Francisco Examiner April 20, 1994, Wednesday; Fourth Edition SECTION: STYLE; Pg. B-2 LENGTH: 360 words HEADLINE: Philip Roth wins PEN / Faulkner Fiction Award SOURCE: EXAMINER BOOK EDITOR BYLINE: GARY KAMIYA BODY: PHILIP ROTH was awarded the 1994 PEN / Faulkner Award for Fiction for his 1993 novel "Operation Shylock: A Confession," it was announced Wednesday. Roth, whose brilliantly inventive pursuit of his many selves, Jewishintellectual, sexual neurotic, questing son, postmodern fabulist, in 20 works of fiction and autobiography has established him as one of the preeminent American writers of his time, is the 14th writer to win the award. With a prize of $ 15,000, the PEN / Faulkner is the largest juried prize forfiction in the United States. Previous winners have included Tobias Wolff, T. Coraghessan Boyle, E.L. Doctorow, John Edgar Wideman and Don DeLillo. "Operation Shylock" (Simon & Schuster) is a wildly imaginative explorationof one of Roth's favorite themes: the relationship between truth and fiction. Someone named Philip Roth, and who looks like the "real" Philip Roth, appears in Jerusalem, calling for Jews to return to the lands that had banished them. When the "real" Philip Roth goes to Israel to find out what's going on, a Mobius strip of illusion and reality unfurls, especially when the "real" Roth pretends he is the "imposter." "I doubt there will be a better novel published in 1993," wrote David Lehman in the Washington Post. Roth, whose previous works include "Portnoy's Complaint," "The Counterlife"and "Patrimony," will be honored at a ceremony at the Folger Shakespeare Library in Washington, D.C., on May 15. Last year's winner, E. Annie Proulx (the first woman to win the PEN / Faulkner, she also won the Pulitzer Prize for fiction this year for her novel "The Shipping News") will be master of ceremonies. The four other nominees for the prize, each of whom will receive $ 5,000,are Stanley Elkin ("Van Gogh's Room at Arles"), Dagoberto Gilb ("The Magic of Blood"), Wiley, Annie Proulx, T. Coraghessan Boyle), masters due for a revival (Peter Taylor, James Salter) and sometimes big names in their prime (Don DeLillo, E.L. Doctorow). The award prides itself on its collegiality -- the four runners-up are invited to a ceremony here for an evening that honors them almost as much as the winner. The runners-up almost always come, although occasionally under pressure from their publishers. A $ 5,000 check offers further encouragement to be nice. This year, it will be particularly interesting to see if the volatile Roth, win or lose, makes an appearance on May 21. "Operation Shylock" is about a charlatan who calls himself Philip Roth and gets into all sorts of trouble in Israel with some kooky theories, enmeshing the real Roth in the fracas. Some of the reviews said the book was Roth at the top of his considerable form, while others found it as stimulating as being trapped in an elevator with a fellow explaining the modern Middle East at peak volume. As the book was being published, Roth noted that it was subtitled "A Confession" and declared that it actually happened. This meant the author had done some spying for Israel's Mossad agency, among other things. All this brought Roth a fresh round of attention, but the book never managed to crack the bestseller lists. Indeed, readers deserted him; by winter, Roth was said to be despondent -- and detached from Bloom. Maybe the PEN/Faulkner nomination is part of a rebound for the author. Last month there was a dramatic reading in Manhattan of "Portnoy's Complaint," and folks who talked to Roth there say that, whatever the extent of his troubles, he appeared fine. While Roth is practically a brand name, Dagoberto Gilb must be considered a very dark horse. "The Magic of Blood," a collection of stories published in a small edition by the University of New Mexico Press, is technically his second book; a small press in El Paso issued some of these same stories in 1985. To all intents and purposes, however, this is a new voice, one that has been welcomed by the critics. In a review in The Nation, Ray Gonzalez said Gilb's "stories of blue collar workers are not just about the heartbreak of the working class but about the strength, madness and beauty its members possess." Gilb is currently teaching at the University of Wyoming, but for a dozen years was a union high-rise carpenter. Fae Myenne Ng worked for a decade on her nominee, "Bone," which describes the aftershocks in a Chinese American family when one daughter commits suicide. A tale of becoming American and finding one's own identity, it is part of a boom in ethnic fiction of all sorts. Published a year ago, "Bone" went through several printings and sold 20,000 copies - excellent for a literary first novel. "Van Gogh's Room at Arles" is Stanley Elkin's 16th book. The first and longest of its three novellas concerns a wheelchair-bound professor in St. Louis whose wife leaves him just as a party for his students gets truly wild. Elkin, who teaches at Washington University in St. Louis and won a National Book Critics Circle award for his novel "George Mills," has multiple sclerosis and uses a wheelchair. Elkin's and Ng's books were issued by the same house, the three-year-old Hyperion, and had the same editor, Patricia Mulcahy. "Because we're owned by Disney, people thought we were only going to do show business books," Mulcahy said. "But we're also making a commitment to fiction, whether it's launching careers like Fae's or relaunching ones like Stanley's." The final nominee, Kate Wheeler, seems to have had the most peripatetic life: born in Tulsa, grew up in South America, became a nun in Rangoon, taught mountaineering in Wyoming. The 10 stories in "Not Where I Started From" reflect this mileage: The characters are all searching for transcendence in unlikely places. So, it appears, was their author. In the two years she worked for the Miami Herald, Wheeler told her publisher in a self-interview, "My error file was the fattest, surpassing those of reporters who'd been there for decades. No matter how hard I tried not to, I filled gaps with what I was sure would have happened." GRAPHIC: PHOTO, NOMINEE PHILIP ROTH GOT MIXED REVIEWS FOR "OPERATION SHYLOCK." LANGUAGE: ENGLISH LOAD-DATE-MDC: March 23, 1994 Copyright 1994 The Washington Post The Washington Post April 20, 1994, Wednesday, Final Edition SECTION: STYLE; PAGE D1 LENGTH: 593 words HEADLINE: Philip Roth Out of Dumps With PEN Fiction Prize SERIES: Occasional BYLINE: David Streitfeld, Washington Post Staff Writer BODY: Philip Roth's "Operation Shylock" has won the PEN/Faulkner Award for fiction, presumably providing a measure of vindication for the author. Roth was said to be hugely disappointed that the novel, his 20th book, did not become a bestseller despite some enthusiastic reviews and what was certainly massive media coverage, at least for a book. The novel was also one of the two runners-up for this year's Pulitzer Prize, announced last week. Roth's pleasure can only be presumed, because he didn't respond to a call for comment yesterday. A message left on his New York answering machine was returned 90 minutes later by a spokeswoman for his agent. "Mr. Roth is in seclusion working on a new novel and can't be interrupted," she said. A new novel! These guys never quit. Seeing as how Roth is said to be on the outs with his previous publisher, Simon and Schuster, who's doing the new one? "No comment," said the spokeswoman, who then hung up. Francine Prose, one of the PEN/ Faulkner judges, said yesterday that " 'Operation Shylock' is brave, risky, extremely funny, ambitious -- I admired how much it attempted and how much it succeeded." As to why some people were apparently turned off, she speculated: "It's very funny and so daring that unless people do have a sense of humor, they might not understand and be disturbed by it." Subtitled "A Confession," the tale plays around with reality -- the back cover of the paperback edition states that it "may or may not be fiction," while the front displays four passport-size photos of Roth, something that would never be done with a traditional novel. The plot revolves around Roth's discovery that a Roth impostor is causing all sorts of ruckus in Israel with ideas like having the Jews return en masse to Europe. Then there's the recovery group Anti-Semites Anonymous that "Roth" has founded (Tenet No. 10: "In the fellowship of A.-S.A. we strive to master the temptation to Jew hatred in all its forms"). The novel also includes scenes from the real trial of accused war criminal John Demjanjuk, an interview with the real Israeli writer Aharon Appelfeld, as well as much invention. Presumably, this latter province includes the memorable scene in which a woman has sex with a corpse. "Anyone who thinks that was wrong," she says, "doesn't know what real love is." Anyone who remembers the liver episode in "Portnoy's Complaint" will recognize this as one of Roth's signature motifs. By this stage in his career, Roth, 61, has an ample shelf of awards. He got a National Book Award for his first work, "Goodbye, Columbus," and National Book Critics Circle prizes for his novel "The Counterlife" and memoir "Patrimony." His complete works are in the process of being republished by Vintage. The PEN/Faulkner, administered at the Folger Shakespeare Library here, is the last literary award of the season. Judged by a different team of three writers each year, it has been given since 1981 to an eminent group of authors, all but one of them (last year's winner, E. Annie Proulx) men. It comes with a check for $ 15,000. Runners-up, all of whom will receive $ 5,000 at the May 21 ceremony at the Folger, are Stanley Elkin for "Van Gogh's Room at Arles," Dagoberto Gilb for "The Magic of Blood," Fae Myenne Ng for "Bone" and Kate Wheeler for "Not Where I Started From." The judges -- who also included Scott Spencer and Shawn Wong - evaluated 289 novels and short story collections published in the United States in 1993. Prose called their discussions "passionate but never rancorous." LANGUAGE: ENGLISH LOAD-DATE-MDC: April 20, 1994 Copyright 1994 The Seattle Times Company The Seattle Times April 20, 1994, Wednesday, Final Edition SECTION: BOOKS; Pg. E5 LENGTH: 436 words HEADLINE: NOVELIST ROTH WINS PEN/FAULKNER AWARD BYLINE: BY DONN FRY BODY: Philip Roth was today named winner of the 1994 PEN/Faulkner Award for Fiction for his novel "Operation Shylock," which was published last year to mixed reviews. Roth was chosen over four other nominees for the award, which is the largest annual juried prize for fiction in the United States. The novelist and short-story writer, who first gained famed in 1960 when his novella, "Goodbye Columbus," won the National Book Award, will receive $ 15,000 for the PEN/Faulkner honor. The other nominees, who will each receive $ 5,000, include Stanley Elkin for "Van Gogh's Room at Arles" (Hyperion); Kate Wheeler for "Not Where I Started From" (Houghton Mifflin); Dagoberto Gilb for "The Magic of Blood" (University of New Mexico Press); and Fae Myenne Ng for "Bone" (Hyperion). Roth and his fellow writers will all be honored May 15 in a ceremony at the Folger Shakespeare Library in Washington, D.C. The novelist E. Annie Proulx, last year's PEN/Faulkner winner - and recent winner of the Pulitzer Prize for her novel "The Shipping News" - will host the ceremony. "Operation Shylock" (Simon & Schuster) was Roth's 20th published book in a long career that has included such works as "Portnoy's Complaint," "Letting Go," "Zuckerman Unbound," "The Ghost Writer," "The Counterlife" and the memoir of his father's death, "Patrimony." An inventive novel that blurred the lines between fact and fiction, "Operation Shylock" is about an American Jewish novelist named Philip Roth who learns that an impostor - his double - is using his name in Israel while advocating the return of Jews to the European nations they emigrated from. In the novel, Roth the writer travels to Tel Aviv to meet Roth the impostor. The novel, wrote D.M. Thomas in The New York Times Book Review, is "animpassioned quarrel within the author's consciousness." Reviewing the book in The Washington Post Book World, David Lehman praised the body of 'Roth's work for its "stunning originality and wild inventiveness - novels as brilliant as any American has produced in the latter part of our century." Judges for this year's PEN/Faulkner Award included Shawn Wong, a fiction writer and director of Asian American Studies at the University of Washington, and the novelists Francine Prose and Scott Spencer. In deciding on Roth's book, they evaluated 289 novels and short-story collections published in the United States during 1993. The PEN/Faulkner Award was first given in 1981. Past winners besides Proulx include Tobias Wolff, E.L. Doctorow, Don DeLillo, T. Coraghessan Boyle and (twice) John Edgar Wideman. GRAPHIC: PHILIP ROTH LANGUAGE: ENGLISH LOAD-DATE-MDC: April 21, 1994 Copyright 1994 The Washington Post The Washington Post March 23, 1994, Wednesday, Final Edition SECTION: STYLE; PAGE B1 LENGTH: 973 words HEADLINE: Philip Roth Among PEN Nominees; Elkin, 3 Others Get Nods for Fiction Prize SERIES: Occasional BYLINE: David Streitfeld, Washington Post Staff Writer BODY: Philip Roth's "Operation Shylock" is one of the nominees for this year's PEN/Faulkner Award for Fiction, the PEN/Faulkner Foundation announced here yesterday. The novel's mixed critical and weak commercial reception reportedly sent the author into a tailspin that culminated with a separation from his wife, actress Claire Bloom. Stanley Elkin -- like Roth, one of the aging grandmasters of postwar American letters - also received a nomination, for "Van Gogh's Room at Arles." But the three other finalists for the $ 15,000 prize were debuts. Each arose out of one of the country's different ethnic or religious subdivisions: "Bone" by Fae Myenne Ng (San Francisco's Chinatown), "The Magic of Blood" by Dagoberto Gilb (the Chicano Southwest) and "Not Where I Started From" by Kate Wheeler (white middle class, filtered through Buddhism). "I initially resisted nominating any first books," said one of the judges, Scott Spencer. "PEN already has an award for them, the PEN Hemingway. I don't think any of us wanted to poach on their territory. But these books fought their way to the top." The three judges - Spencer, Francine Prose and Shawn Wong - read 289 novels and story collections published during 1993. "I thought there was a lack of danger and vitality in a lot of the books," said Spencer. "There were 25 or so that rose from the pack, but the rest were just going through the motions." Founded in 1980 and administered at the Folger Shakespeare Library, the PEN/Faulkner is one of the country's most prominent literary prizes. The judges, who are always writers themselves, have spotlighted talent on the way up (Richard Wiley, Annie Proulx, T. Coraghessan Boyle), masters due for a revival (Peter Taylor, James Salter) and sometimes big names in their prime (Don DeLillo, E.L. Doctorow). The award prides itself on its collegiality - the four runners-up are invited to a ceremony here for an evening that honors them almost as much as the winner. The runners-up almost always come, although occasionally under pressure from their publishers. A $ 5,000 check offers further encouragement to be nice. This year, it will be particularly interesting to see if the volatile Roth, win or lose, makes an appearance on May 21. "Operation Shylock" is about a charlatan who calls himself Philip Roth and gets into all sorts of trouble in Israel with some kooky theories, enmeshing the real Roth in the fracas. Some of the reviews said the book was Roth at the top of his considerable form, while others found it as stimulating as being trapped in an elevator with a fellow explaining the modern Middle East at peak volume. As the book was being published, Roth noted that it was subtitled "A Confession" and declared that it actually happened. This meant the author had done some spying for Israel's Mossad agency, among other things. All this brought Roth a fresh round of attention, but the book never managed to crack the bestseller lists. Indeed, readers deserted him; by winter, Roth was said to be despondent - and detached from Bloom. Maybe the PEN/Faulkner nomination is part of a rebound for the author. Last month there was a dramatic reading in Manhattan of "Portnoy's Complaint," and folks who talked to Roth there say that, whatever the extent of his troubles, he appeared fine. While Roth is practically a brand name, Dagoberto Gilb must be considered a very dark horse. "The Magic of Blood," a collection of stories published in a small edition by the University of New Mexico Press, is technically his second book; a small press in El Paso issued some of these same stories in 1985. To all intents and purposes, however, this is a new voice, one that has been welcomed by the critics. In a review in The Nation, Ray Gonzalez said Gilb's "stories of blue collar workers are not just about the heartbreak of the working class but about the strength, madness and beauty its members possess." Gilb is currently teaching at the University of Wyoming, but for a dozen years was a union high-rise carpenter. Fae Myenne Ng worked for a decade on her nominee, "Bone," which describes the aftershocks in a Chinese American family when one daughter commits suicide. A tale of becoming American and finding one's own identity, it is part of a boom in ethnic fiction of all sorts. Published a year ago, "Bone" went through several printings and sold 20,000 copies -- excellent for a literary first novel. "Van Gogh's Room at Arles" is Stanley Elkin's 16th book. The first and longest of its three novellas concerns a wheelchair-bound professor in St. Louis whose wife leaves him just as a party for his students gets truly wild. Elkin, who teaches at Washington University in St. Louis and won a National Book Critics Circle award for his novel "George Mills," has multiple sclerosis and uses a wheelchair. Elkin's and Ng's books were issued by the same house, the three-year-old Hyperión, and had the same editor, Patricia Mulcahy. "Because we're owned by Disney, people thought we were only going to do show business books," Mulcahy said. "But we're also making a commitment to fiction, whether it's launching careers like Fae's or relaunching ones like Stanley's." The final nominee, Kate Wheeler, seems to have had the most peripatetic life: born in Tulsa, grew up in South America, became a nun in Rangoon, taught mountaineering in Wyoming. The 10 stories in "Not Where I Started From" reflect this mileage: The characters are all searching for transcendence in unlikely places. So, it appears, was their author. In the two years she worked for the Miami Herald, Wheeler told her publisher in a self-interview, "My error file was the fattest, surpassing those of reporters who'd been there for decades. No matter how hard I tried not to, I filled gaps with what I was sure would have happened." GRAPHIC: PHOTO, NOMINEE PHILIP ROTH GOT MIXED REVIEWS FOR "OPERATION SHYLOCK." LANGUAGE: ENGLISH LOAD-DATE-MDC: March 23, 1994 The annually awarded PEN/Faulkner Award for fiction was established in 1980 by Mary Lee Settle and the PEN American Center to honor the best work of fiction published by an American writer in a calendar year. There is a monetary prize of $7500 to the first place winner and prizes of $2500 to each of four other nominees. This award is unusual in that it was founded as a way for writers to honor their peers. PEN is the international writers' organization that sponsors the award. The PEN/Faulkner award is based on the prize William Faulkner created from his Nobel Prize money and on the now defunct National Book Awards. The NBA was replaced by the" industry dominated" American Book Awards and PEN decided to boycott the ABA on the grounds that they were too commercial. In place of the ABAs PEN created the PEN/Faulkner awards. PEN is an acronym for poets, playwrights, editors, essayists and novelists. For more description of PEN see enclosure. "The judges are prepared - obliged, even - to celebrate artistic genius wherever they find it of course, but at its writerly heart this award belongs to the rebel, the iconoclast, the transformer." The winning themes are generally all-American. But the judges usually award eclectic styles. (By 1992, there was still no female winner of the award.) At the PEN/Faulkner Awards the literary readings come first in the Folger's Reading Room and the reception comes afterward in the Great Hall. Generally the nominees and winners read from the work for which they are being recognized. PAGE 2 13TH STORY of Level 3 printed in FULL format. Copyright 1992 The Washington Post The Washington Post March 3, 1992, Tuesday, Final Edition SECTION: STYLE; PAGE B6 LENGTH: 435 words PEN/Faulkner HEADLINE: Variety Marks PEN/Faulkner Nominees articles SERIES: Occasional BYLINE: David Streitfeld, Washington Post Staff Writer BODY: This year's nominees for the PEN/Faulkner Award for Fiction are the usual diverse lot: from the 10th novel by an acknowledged master to a first book, with stops in between. "Mao II" by Don DeLillo, "Frog" by Stephen Dixon, "Extraordinary People" by Paul Gervais, "White People" by Allan Gurganus and "The Almanac Branch" by Bradford Morrow were selected from 261 novels and short-story collections published in this country last year. The only thing they all have in common is the sex of their author, a matter chance that nevertheless assures for the 13th year in a row the prestigious $ 00 literary prize will be won by a man. "The plain fact is, we read the books themselves and never thought about the sex of the writer, the color of the writer or the publisher's name,' Doris Grumbach, one of the three judges, said yesterday. "These are the books that we liked best. It would be nice if there was a woman or a black or an Oriental but there isn't, and that's the way the cookie crumbles." "Frog," Dixon's fifth novel, was also a National Book Award nominee. It uses interrelated forms of fiction to tell a family epic. "Mao II," DeLillo's 10th work, is about an isolated writer who enters the world of political violence. "White People" is a collection that came on the heels of Gurganus's enormously successful first novel, "Oldest Living Confederate Widow Tells All." The two least known books on the list are "Extraordinary People," a first novel about a New England family by a visual artist who lives on a farm in Tuscany, and "The Almanac Branch," about a woman's struggle to find her own identity in a family of headstrong men. It's the second novel by Morrow, the founder and editor of the literary magazine Conjunctions. "It was an interesting year, commented Grumbach, a longtime Washington writer who now lives most of the year in Maine. "There were a lot of books by extremely good writers, but this wasn't their year for a good book. On the other hand, there were quite a lot of good books by people whose names I wasn't iliar with." The PEN/Faulkner Award was founded in 1980 as a way for fiction writers to honor their peers. This year's judges, in addition to Grumbach, are Richard PAGE 3 The Washington Post, March 3, 1992 ey and Joy Williams. It's the third of the four major fiction awards to be announced each year 7 coming after the National Book Award and National Book Critics Circle prize and before the Pulitzer. The winner will be announced in early April, with an awards ceremony to follow at the Folger Shakespeare Library on May 16. Traditionally, all the nominees come to the event. E LANGUAGE: ENGLISH POSSIBLY GOOD SPEECH IDEAS PAGE 4 37TH STORY of Level 3 printed in FULL format. Copyright 1984 The New York Times Company The New York Times March 18, 1984, Sunday, Late City Final Edition SECTION: Section 7; Page 1, Column 1; Book Review Desk LENGTH: 3169 words HEADLINE: ONB READING 300 AMERICAN NOVELS BODY: This is, in essence, a defense of a judging bias. The occasion is this year's PEN/ Faulkner Awards, which I, along with fellow novelists Mary Gordon and David Bradley, am in the process of selecting. The pool is some 250-300 new books of American fiction, all published in 1983. It is our charge to choose five or six books of particular distinction, with a first prize for one of them. An impossible task of course and, at root, perhaps a political one. I've never before read so many works of fiction Robert Coover whose most recent novel is 'Spanking the Maid, teaches at Brown University. at once, much less all new ones from a single country. It's humbling just to see so much imaginative energy on display, even if most of it is soon to be pulped and forgotten. What it has taught me, as if I needed such a lesson, is a renewed appreciation of those few innovative narratives that break molds, challenge the conventions. It's not simply their novelty, their laration of personality; it runs deeper than that. And thinking about it has given me a way of approaching this massive, sometimes painful, assignment. Perhaps all judges of literary prizes go through this: chasing some illusive subtext as a way of willing themselves through their mind-numbing task, hoping for some insight into the tribe's view of itself as a reward for so bruising their minds. That old cabalist pursuit of the hidden pattern. The encoded message. It's dangerous, I know, to use any art form as a kind of keyhole into 'something beyond'' - into God's privy or society's secret cancers or ''human nature, whatever. In one of the crime novels in this mountain of 1983 books now piled on my study floor, the photographer-hero ridicules those critics who pretend to see in his photographs such things as "a frontal attack against the assumptions of a technological society" or "a compendium of humanity's defeat at the hands of venture capital. When some guy, dragged to the gallery by his wife, remarks flatly, "I think he takes pictures to make a buck, and anything else is fringe, the photographer says, "I would've kissed the guy, but it might've ruined his perspective.' The author of this particular book is of course a manipulator of stereotypes out to make a buck, but he's right: Any art object treated as mere social documentation or inquiry is going to be misunder stood. Each art form has its own unique internal history, its own pattern of development, projected from hin, much as DNA projects an organism. Some would even say that the great vative artists are those who most wholly surrender to the demands of the evolving form - its servant, not its master. Each art form is an international self-generating technology of sorts, like that of microchips, video, lasers PAGE 5 The New York Times, March 18, 1984 bombs. But that same photographer-hero, when pressed, admits, quoting a fellow artist, a great Depression Era photographer, that what he's really looking for are images whose meanings exceed the local circumstances that provide their occasion. He wants the world to "show" itself to him through his art. True, he wants to capture it intuitively, rather than talk about it, but still he wants revelation, interaction. It is hard to get away from this. Art lives in the world, and the world in it. This is especially true of fiction, which can't even speak unless the world speaks. Echoes are bound to be heard, from one to the other. Structuralists believe that the relationship is even more profound than this, that art and society actually help to shape each other in their innermost configurations, even if unconsciously, and that therefore if you can perceive the inner structures of one, you can discover insights into the other. The theoretician Lucien Goldmann called this mirroring of artistic and social forms a 'homology of structures.' For all the rebellion and inventiveness of individual artists, their work as a whole, it is assumed, will necessarily reflect the political forms, social patterns and ideological beliefs of the tribe, else it will have no meaning at all. FROM this perspective, this huge pile of books now spread all over my study floor like chips in a board game might be seen as a single chapter in the ping American mythology, processive and essentially anonymous, the individual hors dissolving against their will, of course into a single communal voice. Indeed, the very naming of all these individuals, and the attachment of those names to monetary exchange values, reflect powerful forces in our tribal world-view, having to do with the ideology of individualism, the icons of commerce and how they're made, the idealized patterns of a "significant" life. Because the rise of the novel is coincident with the rise of the industrial mercantile democracies - and is itself obviously an industrial product, secular, "prosaic," and mass-produced - it is easy to see the novel as Hegel saw it, as the epic of the middle-class world, a form somehow tied to the fate of that world, each sustaining and promoting the other, each at risk if the other should fall. If that's so, then, judging by most of the books on my floor, though pollution, missiles, corruption, unassimilated technology and banking crises may threaten it, the world of the industrial bourgeoisie is safe at least for another year from the American novel. If not necessarily the other way round. For here we have all the themes and procedures familiar to us since "Pamela' - the emphasis on private lives and sentimental relationships, 'character' as a theater for the defense and revision of the doctrine of individualism, "point of view" its metaphysical demonstration, space (or place) a kind of storage bin for artifacts (how we love our catalogues!), or else an artifact itself - exotic settings offered as new acquisitions for the consuming mind. Everything here from ancient Egypt to modern Pago Pago, from the toilettes of movie stars and duchesses to the sinkholes of bums and immigrants the death seats of condemned criminals, from primitive post-apocalyptic OWS to the magical land of outer space. It's a kind of voyeurism, which remains a dominant feature of this particular chapter of the American mythology. There seems to be a great unappeasable craving to see what cannot ordinarily PAGE 6 The New York Times, March 18, 1984 seen. Maybe it's just that if the whole world is privately owned, we have to ak a peek to get a piece of it, possession being incomplete until we're privy the vilest corners, the darkest secrets (incest and child- murder are big this year). If frontal assaults on these structures are missing here, this multivolume book on my study floor does seem to reflect a number of adjustments being made in the tribal mythos. Family, for example, is still a central structural metaphor, but it is more complex than it used to be: There is a scattering of relatives and chapters like jump cuts in film, conjoined and severed at the same time. Familial arrangements (which are often the equivalent of "plot") are predictably unpredictable, as though principles from other disciplines - the principles of randomness, say, or relativity - were seeping in, not so much to undermine these structures as to restore their viability. Homosexual love is finding its place in the world through the appropriation of the conventions of erotic heterosexual literature, including lush prose as a kind of seduction of the imagination. Traditional pornography, contrarily, now seems "dated," having lost its place perhaps to the home video cassette, though the fascination with death and orgasm persists, the erotic imagination of male writers increasingly beguiled, it would appear, by love's cruelty. Women, in fiction as in life, seem to be taking hold of their lives as never before (the world of this particular group novel is literally chockablock with dle- aged ladies on the make), though they tend to discover, almost halistically, the same angst and fevers that plagued male heroes before them, as though the fòrms themselves might have them in thrall. One senses, as throughout this composite text, an aura of diminished hopes, reflected not least of all by the pervasive lack of formal ambition in the fictions themselves. Vietnam, dread incubus of our communal nightmare, is being dragged forcibly, over and over again, into the harsh but conventional light of novelistic day: fiction as exorcism. The devil, however, usually turns out to be something more like Fate or ''human nature'' than ordinary political or military decisions. The enemy, with rare exception, is not so much another character as a metaphysical condition, and mere survival, as one might expect in this system, has achieved the status of maximum value. Vietnam literature, I should say, is coming to constitute a whole new genre, allied in many ways to that of horror, and it is projecting its own, truth out into the world - that there are no heroes and no victories. Our great civilizing Myth of the American West, meanwhile, goes on being revised, celebrated, humanized, enlarged, narrowed, scorned, enshrined. It is popular now to take the Indian's point of view. Perhaps that's one way of absorbing and deflecting the experience of Vietnam. But the dominant musical note in this community fiction is not yippee-ti-yi-yo or the slapping of leather, it is the sound of urban voices: city folk talking to each other. What there is of the pursuit of mystery in many of these books seems to be concentrated in the devout attention being paid to this tuneful discord. Mingled in are the sometimes embittered voices of the new es of immigrants, the bitterness itself perhaps a characteristic of the te. PAGE 7 The New York Times, March 18, 1984 THERE are other elements notable for their absence. The militarization of the world, for example, is not taking place in this group novel. You will not find much here about the economy or foreign policy or acid rain. The third world does not quite exist in it, except occasionally as a dangerously fractious source of raw material or a stage for American initiation rites. There is some sense of the impact of telecommunications and computerization (almost all writers have gone on-line with something by now after all), but few of these fictions seem shaped in any serious way by information or communication theory. Indeed, it is hard to find any ideas in most of them more current than Darwinism. Organized religions are here, but serve mainly as complications in secular plots, as though in tacit compliance with constitutional orthodoxy on this matter. They are still an obstacle now and then to an individual's ''growing up,'' but may be making a comeback as a source of solace in the face of apocalypse and existentialist gloom. It's likely, of course, that the particular set of fictions that has been preselected for us - only about 10 percent of the year's total - is distorting the overview. There aren't many so-called 'genre novels'' here, for example - westerns, romances, detective and spy novels, war stories, science fiction, fantasy and suspense - and some of these do at least incorporate current events, fashionable anxieties, and contemporary technology and theory, even if the forms the authors use remain paradoxically archaic, the language simplistic. At times, indeed, the few popular novels that we do have - many of which we e had to ask for ourselves, publishers seemingly dubious about the literary it of their own successes - seem so far removed from the majority of these texts both in "quality" and in subject matter as to suggest a completely different literature. Or if not a different literature, at least a different voice. It is as though not one but two world-views, two mythologies, one "popular," the other "serious," were operating concurrently upon our communal psyche. Perhaps this has always been true. If, for example, you take apart that wonderfully generative fiction, The Book of Genesis, breaking it down into its various constituent ''authors,' as linguists have now been able to do, you will discover these separate traditions of popular and establishment literature; there they are found in the interlaced folkloric and "priestly" voices, the one superstitious, secular, action-oriented, and open-ended, the other carefully reasoned, authoritative, stylish, enclosed in the "truth.' Though they often seem to contradict each other, it is their coexistence in this text - the popular tradition sanctioning enlightenment, and vice versa - that gives it its ultimate power. IN the folk tradition, which finds its modern incarnation in genre fiction, well-known PAGE 8 The New York Times, March 18, 1984 formulaic tales are retold, over and over again, in new yet ever familiar pes with an emphasis on entertainment, frequently invoking a "what-if" ality, the use of magic (read technology in some cases), exotic travel and other narratively interesting wish-fulfillment situations. Its characters, while often vivid, remain somehow generic, abstract, interchangeable. Invention is spent on plot complications, amusing eccentricities, evocations of the fabulous. One is reminded of the oral tradition, in which everything flows relentlessly forward to its climax, focusing on conflict and certain elemental themes, avoiding affectations of style, indeed anything ''high-minded'' that might slow it down or lose a reader, and so seeming even more anonymous in its authorship than the "serious" books on my floor. These, contrarily, while using no less familiar forms, clearly seek to transcend mere storytelling, to reach past entertainment for its own sake into speculative and morally perplexing realms, projecting their complex characters into ironic and ambiguous situations. Critics praise these books for their vision, style, commitment, sensibility, honesty, their 'intense realism. Hundreds of creative writing workshops, or cells, have been established across the country to perpetuate these ideals - a kind of literary creed - and indeed there are a startling number of quality short story collections here, many more than I would have expected, most of them obviously polished and in the end somewhat homogenized by one or another of these programs. This in spite of the fact that a characteristic peculiarity of these fictions is a conscious search for a personal "voice," a distinctive rhetorical and consistent vision. Ultimately, of course, both of these voices are conservative. Both tend, pugh formal acquiescence, to extend the reign of the cultural establishment, 1 while challenging it now and then on the surface. The voice of the bourgeois novel, of 'serious literature, moves its self-reflective heroes through problematic situations toward what is basically a confirmation of the accepted character-centered world-view, occasionally proposing or reflecting slight modulations, reinterpretations, new modes of acceptance. A corrupt father is embraced on his deathbed; the failure of a character is compensated for by the author's elegant style. The folkloric voice of genre fictions moves its exemplary heroes and heroines through a sequence of entertaining actions toward a system of punishments and rewards, in what is ultimately a harmonious world - or else its contrary, a disharmonious hell. What if eases the pain of what is. The "serious" voice tends to be more profound, more poetic, more intellectually and emotionally complex, almost priestly in its honed and elegant revisions of the tribal mythos. The popular one tends to be livelier, more playful, even subversive to the established world-view at times, though in the way folk art is always subversive - distrustful of all change, even that which has already taken place, nostalgic instead for a return to the old values of that simpler and happier past that lives on in the popular imagination. Which, of course, is the only place it has ever existed. But occasionally - rarely - a third voice arises, radically at odds with the priestly and folk traditions alike, though often finding its materials in the latter and sharing with it a basic distrust of the establishment view of things. This voice typically rejects mere modifications in the evolving group mythos, ther surface variations on sanctioned themes, and attacks instead the borting structures themselves, the homologous forms. Whereupon something new enters the world - at least the world of literature, if not always the community beyond. PAGE 9 The New York Times, March 18, 1984 Though this voice is often thought of as disruptive, eccentric, even ccessible ( which is how some previous PEN/Faulkner Award winners have been ewed), it could easily be argued that it is true mainstream fiction, emerging from the very core of the evolving form, peculiarly alert to the decay in the social forms that embrace it, early signals of larger mutations to follow. SOMETIMES this revolution of form seems almost accidental. Disparate elements are somehow juxtaposed, in art or life or both, creating a kind of dissonance, and an artist comes along who resolves that dissonance through the creation of a new form - a Chretien de Troyes, for example, who secularized the monkish appetite for allegory and raised fairy tale to an art form by enriching it with metaphor, design, fortuitous mistranslation and exegetical tomfoolery, thereby inventing the chivalric romance, a form that dominated the world for five centuries. Something similar might be said of Cervantes as well, who brought an end to the tradition of chivalric romance by submitting its artifices to the realities of the picaros and conquistadors of his day. or of that eclectic "Redactor" of Genesis, for that matter, who pressed the folk and priestly voice of his tribe into a contiguous relationship so profound that I myself am still affected by it, 20-some centuries later. At other times - as with Ovid or Kafka or Joyce - this new form is clearly the conscious invention of a creative artist, pursuing his own peculiar, even mischievous, vision with the intransigence of a seer or an assassin. For these writers, the ossified ideologies of the world, imbedded in the communal gination, block vision, and as artists they respond not by criticism from hout but by confrontation from within. In effect, in mythopoeic dialogue, they challenge these old forms to change or die. And it seems to me that it is this sort of artist - whether intuitive or intellectual - that the PEN/ Faulkner Award in its brief life has sought to honor. It is not surprising to me that its selections have sometimes seemed outside the 'tradition.' Its judges are are prepared - obliged, even - to celebrate artistic genius wherever they find it of course, but at its writerly heart this award belongs to the rebel, the iconoclast, the transformer. The mainstream. B GRAPHIC: photo of Robert Coover; drawings LANGUAGE: ENGLISH PAGE 2 4TH STORY of Level 1 printed in FULL format. Copyright 1990 Chicago Tribune Company Chicago Tribune October 2, 1990, Tuesday, NORTH SPORTS FINAL EDITION SECTION: NEWS; Pg. 20; ZONE: c; OVERNIGHT LENGTH: 627 words HEADLINE: Literary giants help South rise again at gala BYLINE: By Michael Kilian, Chicago Tribune DATELINE: WASHINGTON BODY: Devote America's most glittering literary evening of the year to readings by famous authors of writing that conveys "a sense of place," and where do you think most of these authors are going to hail from? If you guessed the South, you're not only right, but can also probably spell Yoknapatawpha, the legendary fictional Mississippi County used by novelist William Faulkner as the setting of so many of his richly southern tales. The evening was Monday night's Pen/Faulkner Award for Fiction gala dinner at Washington's venerable Folger Library, and of the 16 literary giants who strode the podium to talk or read about their sense of place in writing, fully seven e from the South: Eudora Welty, the grand dame of American letters; novelist/historian Shelby Foote, star of the recently concluded public television series "The Civil War;" Blanche Boyd, National Public Radio essayist and author of "Nerves;" National Book Award nominee Ellen Douglas; African American Writers Guild President Marita Golden; Larry "The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas" King; and Kentuckian Bobbie Ann Mason, author of "In Country." New York was represented by the ubiquitous Norman Mailer; naturalist/novelist Peter Matthiessen, who talked about the beauties of the Hudson River Valley though his best-selling novel "Killing Mr. Watson" is about the Florida Everglades; and young Jay "Bright Lights, Big City," McInerney, who with a straight face spoke on the poetic beauties of New York city. Pittsburgh was represented by John Edgar Wideman, author of "The Philadelphia Fire;" Los Angeles by Geoffrey "The Duke of Deception" Wolfe; and even Poland had a spokesman in Jerzy Kosinski. But absolutely no one was there to represent the Midwest, let alone wax rhapsodic about the Gary, Ind., steel mills at dusk. The closest they came was Wolfe, who recounted a train trip he had once taken through Minnesota, though he devoted most of the journey to reading a book by F. Scott Fitzgerald about Long Island. The bearded Foote, looking every inch the Southern literary gentleman, was perhaps in the finest fettle of the group, invoking his fellow Mississippian lkner, whom he said, "would have run barefoot over broken glass to avoid a hering like this," and who he said "wrote about the South because that was what he knew; any place else would require research, which he could not abide at all." PAGE 3 In her movingly simple remarks, Boyd said she had left her native rleston, S.C., in the 1960s because she felt her fellow white southerners fe on the wrong side of the civil rights struggle. She subsequently returned because she found in her travels that there were only two places in the country, "Charleston, and not Charleston home, and not home." King said that the rough, rural Texas he'd grown up in had disappeared, and that now "Southern California collides with Georgia on a great slab of concrete." He warned, "Any place that runs out of its myths and legends runs the risk of ending up New Jersey." McInerney confessed he was from New Jersey. In an earlier chat, Foote said the fame that's come his way from the Civil War series "has driven me stark, staring mad," and that he's even received phone calls from women proposing marriage, offers that he said, "I could burn through in a hurry just by arranging to meet the ladies." He said he'd received some complaints from fellow southerners that the PBS series was unfair to the South, "though I think it's the fairest treatment the South's ever received on television." He said producer Ken Burns "knew from the beginning that the closer he got to the truth, the better the program would be - and that if anything untrue got in, it would stain all around it." PHIC: PHOTO (color) : Norman Mailer (left) and his wife, Norris, chat with writer John Edgar Wideman at the Pen/Faulkner Award for Fiction dinner Monday night. Tribune photos by Ernie Cox Jr. PHOTO (color) : Shelby Foote, of the public television series "The Civil War," shared his views with fellow writers. LANGUAGE: ENGLISH PAGE 4 7TH STORY of Level 1 printed in FULL format. Copyright 1988 The Washington Post The Washington Post May 16, 1988, Monday, Final Edition SECTION: STYLE; PAGE B1 LENGTH: 1292 words HEADLINE: Boyle Takes The Prize; PEN/Faulkner Honors 'World's End' Novelist BYLINE: Charles Trueheart, Washington Post Staff Writer BODY: Literary Washington's high society tipped its hat Saturday night to another wave of talented writers, foremost among them this year the theatrical T. Coraghessan Boyle. As winner -- for his third novel, "World's End" -- of this year's PEN/Faulkner Award for Fiction, announced on April 20, Boyle was honored in a clubbishly good-natured evening of writerly performance and literary chitchat, all amid the august surroundings of the Folger Shakespeare Library on Capitol Hill. So too were Boyle's fellow nominees Cynthia Ozick, Alice McDermott, Laurence Thornton and Richard Bausch. Russell Banks, the novelist, served as one of the judges of the $ 5,000 prize wrote four of the five award citations. Standing before a crowd of 250, he called Boyle "a major creative force in American fiction today," listed the five "all-American themes that "World's End" contains (race, place, family, sex and class), and remarked that it read like a collaboration between Nathanael West and William Faulkner. Then Boyle, standing a tall and skinny 6-3, had the ladies and gentlemen in party dress reeling and wheezing in delight at his variety-revue rendition of a West Coast PR guy trying to help Ayatollah Khomeini improve his eccentric image. For eight years now, the award ceremonies have been a favorite spring rite among people who read books, write books, write about books and talk about books in modern Washington. And PEN/Faulkner has been eclectic enough in its choices IX to receive almost any kind of writer with respect and interest (although it happens that no woman has won the prize). But for sheer spectacle, the presence of such an unconventional and entertaining figure as Boyle was said to be unprecedented, if not universally adored, by those on hand Saturday night. Boyle affects a haircut that leaves his apricot-colored fuzz in a pelt high onhis skull, wears a metal clip in one ear and speaks in a deceptively drowsy monotone. To receive this literary prize, he donned a gray suit, blue and red athletic shoes, a black T-shirt with a cryptic design on the front, and a klace of blue plastic beads tied around his long bare throat. After his routine, in which he mimicked the brisk patter of a Los Angeles hustler trying to talk the imam out of wearing a towel on his head and a PAGE 5 The Washington Post, May 16, 1988 throbe all day, Boyle shuffled amiably among the tables laid out with catered w, shaking hands with the guests, signing books thrust his way, talking Ilingly about himself. His favorite recent bit of publicity, he said, was in The Boston Globe, which ran Boyle's photograph with a caption that read: "T. Coraghessan Boyle: Brilliant, brutal." "Man, that's it!" exclaimed Boyle with joy, rocking back on his rubber heels, " 'Brilliant, brutal.' That's my epitaph!" At least as large and persistent a knot of people stood around Richard Bausch, whose latest book of short stories, "Spirits," was the local popular-vote runner-up for this year's PEN/Faulkner. "Richard is a first-rate maker of tales. He risks writing about emotion," declared Susan Richards Shreve, the Washington novelist who serves as president of PEN/Faulkner, from under her black straw hat. Though the two other judges, novelists Robb Forman Dew and Jamaica Kincaid, did not attend the ceremonies, Dew took the time to write the official citation for Bausch's book. "Throughout this collection, she said, "there is always the acknowledgment of those dark corners of the soul, an acknowledgment of the fact that anyone may blunder into chaos at the outer edges." And yet, Dew wrote, "one comes away from S book with a cautious hopefulness, an odd sense of solace." National Public Radio's Susan Stamberg, as husky-voiced master of ceremonies, said Bausch "has become PEN/Faulkner's favorite bridesmaid." As he heard this while sitting at the head of the room beside her, the red-haired Fairfax novelist was stony-faced, as who would not be after being twice nominated and twice denied? But when he rose to the microphone to begin his reading, Bausch turned droll. "It's always a pleasure," he said to giggles of relief, "to be nominated for the PEN/Faulkner Award." Bausch's reading from "The Man Who Knew Belle Starr" and Boyle's ayatollah riff bracketed the ceremonies. Cynthia Ozick ("The Messiah of Stockholm") and Alice McDermott ("That Night") could not attend by reason of Bryn Mawr commencement address and the imminent birth of a child, respectively; Myra Sklarew, recently departed from Washington to run the Yaddo writers colony, read from Ozick's book. Laurence Thornton was on hand to hear his novel of political and metaphysical intrigue, "Imagining Argentina,' cited for summoning to mind "Kundera's remembered Prague or Coetzee's unnamed South Africa or, dare one say it, Corporate America's advertised America." Thornton proceeded to read the beguiling opening pages of the book. Reversing the usual order of big public feeds, at PEN/Faulkner, literary dings come first in the Folger's Reading Room, and eating and drinking and aver come later, next door in the Great Hall. There, broad glass cases protecting priceless manuscripts and artifacts found themselves useful as PAGE 6 The Washington Post, May 16, 1988 faces for platefuls of pasta, pa^te' and spanakopita. Novelist Robert Stone led a decent showing of the rest of the board of directors. The likes of Michael Beschloss, Hodding Carter, William Warner, E. Ethelbert Miller, Kate Lehrer and, from New York, Putnam's editor Faith Sale were still awake and standing after a more intimate (60 guests) private soiree the night before at former congressman Jim Jones' Capitol Hill town house, and a four-hour board meeting that morning. In one corner Washington lawyer-agent Ron Goldfarb was rubbing shoulders with a regular attender from out-of-town, Mitchel Levitas, editor of The New York Times Book Review, who volunteered his admiration for the informality and writerliness of the PEN/Faulkner Award ceremony. Standing not far away, USA Today book critic Robert Wilson conversed with novelist-newsman Jim Lehrer, Roger Mudd and Amanda Vaill, Boyle's editor at Viking. Spotted here and there around the room were Washington writers Alan Cheuse (one of next year's judges), Doris Grumbach, Mollie Dickenson and Elizabeth Benedict. Carrying the flag of the institution that administers PEN/Faulkner year-round, the Folger Library's director, Werner Gundersheimer, told a story about discovering Boyle's work from a bookstall proprietor in South Hadley, Mass.; buying up all his books, in first editions, on the spot; and hearing his wife declare, when he confessed what he had done, "This isn't like you, Werner." An hour into the socializing, people were still talking about Boyle's animated performance. Some veterans of PEN/Faulkner thought it was an informal rule that the inees and winners should read from the work for which they're being recognized, as Boyle did not. Others thought it was a refreshing break from the usual serious fare at these occasions, and said he "teared up" he laughed so hard. One newcomer thought the ayatollah-bashing was "too crude for Washington, but it might work in L.A." One of the PEN/Faulkner also-rans said the story was "perishable." And still others thought it was off-key, verging on racist, spoofery of religious customs. Yet an Iranian in the room pronounced herself entertained by Boyle and his reading. Throughout the evening, busy in a corner, representatives of the Bookstall in Potomac looked tired after selling out their entire provision of Boyle's books, and of Bausch's, and nearly all of Thornton's. By night's end, almost everyone who had come to the Folger was clutching a copy or a short stack of brand-new books to take home and read. GRAPHIC: PHOTO, T. CORAGHESSAN BOYLE, WINNER FO THIS YEAR'S PEN/FAULKNER AWARD. GERALD MARTINEAU LANGUAGE: ENGLISH PAGE 7 12TH STORY of Level 1 printed in FULL format. Copyright 1982 The Washington Post The Washington Post April 12, 1982, Monday, Final Edition SECTION: Style; C1 LENGTH: 1229 words HEADLINE: Literary License; Authors Frolic at PEN Award Ceremony BYLINE: By Curt Suplee DATELINE: CHARLOTTESVILLE, Va. BODY: The moment was sliding into symbolism. David Bradley had just won the PEN/Faulkner Award for Fiction Saturday night, and was approaching the podium in the Rotunda at the University of Virginia. Above him was the vast domed radiance of Thomas Jefferson's architecture, before him a silent constellation of literary lights: judges Walker Percy, John Hawkes and Wesley Brown, prize organizer Mary Lee Settle, fellow nominees Robert Stone, Richard Bausch, Marilynne Robinson and Mark Helprin, and over 100 envoys from the world of contemporary letters, including publisher-author Robert Giroux and Hardison of the Folger Library. In this austere and elegant room, designed by a slave owner, the 31-year-old black author--whose novel, "The Chaneysville Incident,' follows five generations of a black family's odyssey from slavery to Vietnam--was about to give his acceptance speech. The air was thick with purport. But Bradley, a compact, balding figure with bottle-bottom glasses and a rough-thatched beard of Old Testament proportions, peered out over the throng and immediately disarmed the solemnity. After talking for two days with his fellow nominees, he said, "I do feel a little strange" being chosen above them. "But I'm going to keep the big check anyway. He thanked the organizers, read briefly from his book, and then paused ominously. "And now, he intoned into the eager hush, "in the immortal words of Ray Charles let's go get stoned!" It was a sentiment widely shared during the weekend gathering, and fervently acted upon directly after the restrained brevity of the ceremony. Mary Lee Settle, head of the southern chaper of PEN, the international writers organization that sponsors the award, opened the event by tracing its history from two antecedents: the prize William Faulkner created from his Nobel Prize money; and the now-defunct National Book Awards. The PEN/Faulkner prize arose when the NBA was replaced by the industry-dominated American Book Awards, but represents, Settle said, no animosity toward the Association of American Publishers, whom she thanked "for 30 years they did not interfere" with the NBA selection process and "protected" the judges from criticism by commercial erests. Short citations were read for each of the six finalists. Bausch's "Take Me Back" was called "a seamless, perfectly wrought novel" in which the author's PAGE 8 The Washington Post, April 12, 1982 ntrol was "exhilarating"; Stone's "A Flag for Sunrise" was deemed "a brilliant itation on our best and worst intentions as a nation"; and Bradley was lauded having "fashioned a tale of how the past is commemorated in ritual and keeps a hold on our lives." After each citation Hardison, an author himself who said he was there "as an attendant lord to swell a pageant," gave checks for $1,000 to all the nominees except Donald Barthelme, who failed to attend. Richard Gilman, head of the PEN American Center in New York, presented the Award for Fiction and Hardison handed Bradley a $5,000 check. "The best part of this whole thing,' Bradley said afterward, relenting momentarily from his buoyant sarcasm, "has been hanging out" with the other writers, "drinking and telling lies." Many of them met for the first time on Friday--either at their hotels (agog at the sumptuous antebellum aura of his, Bradley said, "They asked me if I wanted anything, and I said, 'Yeah--I want a slave!' "), or at the evening reception given by university president Frank Hereford and his wife, Ann, at their home. It was the first of many opportunities to irrigate the imagination during two days of mutual autographing, story-swapping, ribald jokes and general acclimatization to the white-columned ambiance, as bourbon gushed like tap water and the nominees' sharp accents scuffed at the lustrous southern consonants of local worthies. The honors touched each author differently. Bausch, who teaches at George Mason University and proved the most zealously gregarious of the nominees, at times seemed bemused by his success: "I just shook hands with Walker Percy! I just kissed Mary Lee Settle on the cheek!" Marilynne Robinson, the author of "Housekeeping" who arrived with her husband from Northampton, Mass., said, "This the first thing I've ever written and I'm just flattened by the attention S getting," although "I'm looking forward to the time when they'll quit calling me a 'young writer.' " Stone, deeply tanned from a year teaching at U.C.L.A., was less enthused, and kept to the perimeter of most gatherings. But then his new novel has had considerable commercial success, and is nominated for an American Book Award, to be given later this month. "Yeah, I've had a good run with it," he said, "but I got on The New York Times best-seller list by mistake. There was a computer error and they told me about it afterward. But I sold a lot of books that I otherwise wouldn't have sold." Helprin, 35, a product of Harvard, Princeton and Oxford, arrived from his home in Brooklyn. An earnest man with carefully parted hair and horn-rim glasses ("My mother says she's proud of me because I look like George Will"), Helprin said, "This is the first prize I ever won in my life.' It's surprising, since the author of "Ellis Island and Other Stories" is something of an intellectual dynamo: He just completed a 1,500-page novel about "an Irish burglar in New York and his horse," while also finishing a PhDdissertation on European defense strategies and plotting a run for New York State Assembly. His only worry about the award is that "I detest writing for an elite. I'm ridiculously egalitarian." Bradley, who teaches at Temple University in Philadelphia, had some qualms himself. "I'm a perfectionist and I'm worried about it making me a little sloppy." But, he says, "the truth is in the typewriter." The judges agreed. Settle said that one of the "built-in safeguards" of the award is that among the three judges, "there is always one representative of experimental writing, one traditional novelist, and one tough Young Turk, PAGE 9 The Washington Post, April 12, 1982 ank God, to watch us all." But all three found most of the 265 books they mined to be disappointing and poorly written. Walker Percy, a gray and urtly eminence, said, "So many of them were bad. I hear people say how hard it is to get novels published these days," but judging from the entries, "I find it hard to believe that anybody had any trouble." The breakdown: "I would say that 200 were bad, 20 were good and 10 were first-rate." Wesley Brown, author of "Tragic Magic," agreed. Although "we have different tastes" all put a premium on stories that "took risks," thus eliminating "a lot of genre books, spy novels and detective stories, which were limited in what they set out to do. He had urged Bradley's book on the other two judges, neither of whom had read it early on. John Hawkes, whose latest novel, "Virginie," will be published by Harper & Row next month, discerned a "new American realism" with "insistence on concrete detail" and applauded a trend toward novels like Bausch's in which "a full measure of the ordinary is very important." But he said, "the general quality was not good," and "the majority of books simply really aren't serious,' and didn't "exemplify minds concerned with language." What does it augur for the future of the American novel? "I can't say," said Percy, "that I feel too hopeful." GRAPHIC: Picture 1, Richard Gilman presenting PEN/Faulkner award to David Bradley, by UPI; Picture 2, David Bradley after award, by AP LANGUAGE: ENGLISH PAGE 10 13TH STORY of Level 1 printed in FULL format. Proprietary to the United Press International 1982 April 10, 1982, Saturday, AM cycle SECTION: Regional News LENGTH: 331 words HEADLINE: Bradley Wins Pen/Faulkner Award DATELINE: CHARLOTTESVILLE, Va. BODY: Novelist David Bradley of Philadelphia, was named Saturday night the second winner of the Pen/Faulkner Award for Fiction for his work, "The Chaneysville Incident. The $5,000 award for the best work of fiction published in 1981 by an American writer. Bradley's novel was among six nominated for the award, which is named for the international writers' group and American author William Faulkner. The competition was judged by writers Wesley Brown, John Hawkes and Walker Percy. The judges' citation for the book, published by Harper & Row, commends the author for his ''ambitious'' work. 'The Chaneysville Incident' explores the powerful claim of ritual in our lives. In this novel, ritual takes the form of someone telling a story that forces a man to abandon his formal understanding of the world in order to come to terms with his own past, the citation said. "David Bradley's novel is ambitious in scope and daring in conception; and most impressive of all, it realizes the promise of just about every risk he takes, the citation said. The other nominees, each of whom won $1,000, were "Sixty Stories, by Donald Barthelme; "Take Me Back, by Richard Bausch; "Ellis Island & Other Stories, By Mark Helprin; ''Housekeeping,' by Marilynne Robinson; and "A Flag For Sunrise,' By Robert Stone. The board of advisors for the award were writers Ann Beattie, Vance Bourjaily, Shirley Hazzard, Bernard Malamud and Grace Paley. The Pen/Faulkner award for fiction is sponsored by Pen American Center and Pen South. It is described as the only national literary prize that is judged administered and largely funded by writers. Pen is an international organziation of poets, playwrights, essayists and novelists. The south region is based at the university. The winner of last year's award was Walter Abish, for ''How German Is It. 'The Chaynesville Incident' is the Philadelphia author's second published vel. "South Street'' was published in 1975. PAGE 12 14TH STORY of Level 1 printed in FULL format. Copyright 1981 The New York Times Company The New York Times April 18, 1981, Saturday, Late City Final Edition SECTION: Section 1; Page 9, Column 1; Metropolitan Desk LENGTH: 250 words HEADLINE: Notes on People; New York Writer Getting PEN/Faulkner Award BYLINE: By Albin Krebs and Robert Thomas BODY: The first annual PEN/Faulkner Award for fiction will be presented today to Walter Abish, a Vienna-born writer who now lives in New York and lectures at Columbia University. His novel ' ' How German Is It'' was chosen as the best American novel of 1980 over four other nominees, including ''A Confederacy of Dunces, by the late John Kennedy Toole, which this week won the Pulitzer Prize in fiction. Mr. Abish's novel, published by New Directions, never made a bestseller list but, said the judges' citation, it "helps keep the American novel alive in its time. 'The prose of this novel, it adds, "is as cold as snow in a storm, and as driven. It deals with a young German's effort to reconcile the modern, democratic Germany with its heritage. The 50-year-old novelist, who became an American citizen in 1960, spent much of his childhood in Shanghai and has served in the Israeli Army. He was recently awarded a Guggenheim fellowship. The $2,000 award, named for William Faulkner, will be presented to Mr. Abish today in the rotunda of the University of Virginia in Charlottesville. It is sponsored by the American Center of PEN, an international organization of poets playwrights, essayists, editors and novelists, and PEN South. The PEN/Faulkner award was established last year shortly after PEN voted a boycott of the American Book Awards, on the ground that they were "too commercial. LANGUAGE: ENGLISH 1 PEN Description Section 6 Cultural Organizations Writers *10183* $35. Staff: 5. Regional Groups: 4. Local Groups: 15. Multinational. of letters in all countries in the interests of literature, freedom of expression, Promotes advancement and improvement in published and unpublished writers. and international goodwill. PEN stands for the principle of unhampered Provides opportunities for writers to critique works and exchange ideas. transmission of thought within each nation and between all nations and Libraries: Type: reference. Holdings: periodicals, business records, archival members pledge themselves to oppose any form of suppression of freedom of material. 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What can be said to be pos- oldest of four brothers, one of whom be- there are two characters in it, man and in his reminis- sible or impossible, wise or unwise? Utopia, came a well-known aviator before he was woman, with the same name; and it is ishaps have been sooner or later, must come true. Humanity killed in 1935. After the fifth grade he at- difficult to understand until after one has must arise some day to another ideal than tended school only desultorily, though he finished it. Discouraged but not daunted. he g Across Europe, that of being led like cattle, and fooled, took some high school work and also some went to work on Sartoris, the first of his There's No End To and slaughtered. special courses at the University of Missis- many novels centering loosely around the ed Coffins (English Russia) 1930; The "We shall not live to see the change. sippi. For the most part, in his late teens, he Sartoris (for which read Faulkner) family Transgressor in the That is why we must take refuge in fiction. merely hung around Oxford, read a great and the town of Jefferson (Oxford), Miss. ake, 1938; Fugitive I tell myself many beautiful tales which I deal, wrote bad verse imitative of Swinburne The principal character, Colonel Sartoris, ck, 1941; Bomber's mean to write-but I often desist because, and Omar Khayyám, and tried to find him- was a mingling of his grandfather and his ay of a Transgres- in the writing. their beauty fades." self. The First World War woke him from great-grandfather and namesake, a pioneer pics, Behind God's this lethargy. Flying caught his imagination, railroad builder who was also author of a This sketch, it need hardly be added, was but he refused to enlist with the "Yankees," sentimental novel of the South. once popular, sent by M. Fauconnier (from Barbezieux. SO went to Toronto and joined the Canadian called The White Rose of Memphis. Sar- French writer Charentes, France) before the French defeat Air Force, becoming a lieutenant in the toris was published in 1929, the same year in English) "1- by Hitler. Until the present war his perma- R.A.F. Biographers who say he got no near- that its author married Mrs. Estelle (Old- art or literature, er France than Toronto are mistaken. He nent address was Radès. Tunisia. Bar- ham) Franklin, a widow with two children. matters is not bezieux was his birthplace, and he studied was sent to France as an observer, had two They now have a child of their own. man who works, law at Bordeaux, fifty miles South. His planes shot down under him, was wounded Unable to live by his writing, Faulkner the man's work. father died when he was twenty and he had in the second shooting, and did not return to took a job as- night superintendent of a Oxford until after the Armistice. greatest writers to help bring up a large family of brothers power plant. There, writing Oil an upturned only great as and sisters. He went to Singapore in 1905 He re-entered the university, and attended wheelbarrow in the small hours of the :rs and appear, as assistant to a British rubber planter, and it off and on from 1919 to 1921, though he morning, he revised The Sound and the rdinary life, just soon became a planter in his own right. was never graduated. As a veteran, he was Fury, and at the same time deliberately set et.y and foolish After the First World War, in which he able to waive the requirement of high school about writing a pure horror story, aimed yone else. Per- served throughout, he returned to Malaya graduation before becoming a regularly en- at the collection of royalties, which he called more so. For until the collapse of the rubber boom. when rolled student. In between times he worked Sanctuary. After the establishment of his nan can be uni- he settled in Tunisia to write. Malaisie as a house painter, painting the roofs of reputation by The Sound and the Fury and 11. especially a received the Goncourt Prize for 1930. Basil several university buildings. He served As I Lay Dying, he rewrote Sanctuary also, upon to give an Davenport called it "an exquisite book." M. later as university postmaster, until he was so that now it is part of the Jefferson cycle. writer but as a Fauconnier, a dark, slim man with a small dismissed for inattention to duty. Then. at It was the first of his novels to become ssing my many moustache, is unmarried. He is a member of loose ends again, he drifted to New Orleans, popular. From that time on he has not had ou consider that, the Royal Society of Literature, in London. where he became a friend of Sherwood An- to worry about money; he was able to mod- must have acted WORKS AVAILABLE IN ENGLISH Malaisie (in derson, through whom he came to the notice ernize his century-old house, to buy a private England: The Soul of Malaya) 1931. of the Double Dealer, one of the pioneers of plane, to finance his brother's barnstorming studying for the ABOUT: Lalou, R. Histoire de la Littérature "little" literary magazines. Faulkner's first career, and to travel where he pleased. Holly- Idenly absconded Contemporaine; Saturday Review of Literature published work was a poem in this maga- wood bought Sanctuary and turned it into a in a far-away December 12, 1931; Spectator November 21, 1931. zine, in 1922. He wrote Soldiers' Pay in movie, and Faulkner was asked to assist in idea of making New Orleans, and Anderson recommended it its filming. Since then he has spent much hich was absurd. FAULKNER, WILLIAM (September to a publisher on condition that he would time in Hollywood. though on his own fided that rubber, 25, 1897- ). American novelist, who some- not have to read the manuscript first It terms. (On one occasion he asked permis- ould not but go times spells his name Falkner, was born in was accepted, and Faulkner started work on sion to do his writing "at home"; the studio it burst most New Albany, Miss. Mosquitoes, the background of which was consented, but when they tried to telephone en war came, I Statements that he the New Orleans Bohemia. Before either him in Santa Monica one day, they dis- ch spirit as one was born in Ripley, of them appeared, however, he had suddenly covered that he had meant "at home" in nal occupation- Miss., in October, left on a freighter for Europe, where he Mississippi, to which he had returned!) ild never be an- 1897, are incorrect; spent most of 1925. He had previously He lives in Oxford for most of the time now, though it both villages, how- spent a few unhappy months in New York now, though he also has a thirty-five-acre manity is mad- ever, are near Ox- as a clerk in a book-store, an utter misfit in farm in the hills. His mornings are given of it to which I ford, seat of the Uni- both the city and the occupation. to writing, his afternoons to hunting, fishing, is tottering old versity of Mississippi, Back in Oxford again, he worked as a and conviviality. He takes his farming racles. which has been his carpenter, farmed, fished, and hunted, saw seriously, and even does his own brewing. why not? home since childhood. his first two novels through the press, re- Except among his intimates, he is silent and which was prac- His father was Murry ceived critical acclaim but not much money, unsocial, and has even been called "insolent"; jungle absorb in C. Faulkner, owner of a livery stable but and wrote The Sound and the Fury. Not the fact. is that his manner is the result of twenty centuries also treasurer of the university; his mother surprisingly, since it is the first of the acute sensitiveness. In 1939 he won the first uls and railroads Maud (Butler) Faulkner. On both sides the Faulkner novels written in his cryptic stream- prize in the annual O. Henry Mamorial ith modern life mily belonged to the wealthy and powerful of-conscio style, at first no publisher Award. He writes his books by a the world. looked butherners ruined by the Civil War and would loo t. The long first section fine, unreadable hand-on the right ide 439 FAURE of legal-sized sheets of paper, reserving the he cannot be tamed into a drawing-room of adult education: left-hand side for corrections. He is slow lion; he remains what he began-a child of of his lectures then and hesitant in his speech. much more eager the Deep South, a product of social disinte- his History of Art, to talk about farming or hunting than about gration and decay, who is also an authentic to study while he literature, and completely uncritical of his and powerful story-teller. gradually he evolve own work. For example, he once told a PRINCIPAL WORKS: The Marble Faun (poems) life, which is his college class that he had "never given the 1924; Soldiers' Pay, 1926; Mosquitoes, 1927; Sar- history and criticis subject of form a single thought." whereas toris, 1929; The Sound and the Fury, 1929; As I considered a social Conrad Aiken said that form was his con- Lay Dying, 1930; Sanctuary, 1931; These Thirteen (short stories) 1931; Idvll in the Desert, 1931 of it primarily in stant preoccupation. His own comment on Light in August, 1932; A Green Bough (poems) as a whole. fiction-writing is: "If a story is in you. it 1933; Pylon, 1933; Absalom, Absalom 1936; Un- He served throu: has got to come out." vanquished, 1938; Wild Palms, 1939; The Hamlet, as a surgeon, retui Faulkner's world is a nightmare realm, 1940; Go. Down Moses and Other Stories, 1942. its conclusion. Alv ABOUT Geismar, M. Winters in Crisis; Atlan- "darkly reflected through distorting lenses," tic Monthly November 1939; Bookman September pathies, a close fri as Anthony Buttitta put it. Inordinately and December 1931; Canadian Forum June 1938; cialist leader Jear imaginative, bitter, undisciplined, brilliant. Nuova Antologia January 16. 1938: Poetry October theme expanded to and difficult, he is. as one critic remarked. 1933; Saturday Review of Literature. May 21, 1938; Sewanee Review July 1932; Time January 23, 1939. aesthetic philosoph "extraordinarily powerful but extremely un- the narrow sense. even." Burton Rascoe gave him credit for to issue brochures FAURE, ÉLIE (April 4, 1873-October 31, sardonic humor and a comic sense. but it is 1937). French art critic and historian, was cluding Corot. Céza: the. humor of the grotesque. He is the and he wrote intr born at Ste. Foy. Gironde, the son of Pierre chronicler of decay, of viciousness, of per- Faure, a peasant collections of prin version, of cruelty. Earle Birney said there grower of wine ample being his es- were two Faulkners-"a stylized and morbid grapes: At fifteen he Diego Rivera well. mystic. attempting a sequence of novels on was sent to Paris, to painted his pictur the scale of an epic," and "a sharp and bril- the Lycée Henri IV. black-bearded, baldi liant narrator of short stories." Granville With his brother, he comically the "typic Hicks called his characters "twisted shapes studied medicine at in Paris at sixty-fo in the chaotic wreckage of a mad world," the University, and Montaigne, Shak and said that he was in the tradition. not of received his degree he thought the type the high tragedy of John Webster and in 1899. Though he He recognized. how Robinson Jeffers. but of the "technical in- practised his profes- not intellect. which genuity" and horror of Poe and Ambrose sion. and was a sur- D. Rivera come to look upon Bierce: "it is too easy for him to produce geon for many years, his primary interest aesthetic phenomer shudders for him to bother to try to create was always in art-as an amateur, not as a as an artist creativ tragedy." And all this is presented in what painter himself. From childhood pictures cessantly. in a kin Aiken called "a strangely fluid and slippery had entranced him. and he estimated the and lyricism." As and heavily mannered prose." In all his major novels, Faulkner has to be re-read to worth of his life at any period by the easier, he began to number of paintings he was able to see. and had some fin. be comprehended. and in some cases only All through his student days he haunted the the Impressionist an acquaintance with all the novels makes Louvre as a relief from the dissecting room. school. Travel W: for complete understanding of his intricate He was married. to Suzanne Gilard, before in 1931 he spent a cross-narrative. he was twenty-one, and one of their two the course of whit It is curious that this master of a compli- sons died in infancy. He described this States. cated prose is in his verse flat and derivative, period as "Boredom. Sickness. Death. Suf- WORKS AVAILABLE hardly more than what Bernard DeVoto fering. A precocious education in responsi- Art, 1921-30 (Ancien: called him-"a gifted amateur." But he 1922; Renaissance Ar bility and unhappiness. I saw hardly any Spirit of the Forms, cannot be dismissed so cavalierly as a novel- painting." The famous Dreyfus case was 1923; Napoleon, 1924; ist, even by those who dislike his grimness, indirectly the cause of his salvation. An 1926; The Italian Ren his morbidity, and his wallowing in horror. ardent Dreyfusard, through his championship Japan, 1930. He is in a way a minor Balzac of a sub- of the accused officer. Faure met Zola and ABOUT: Ellis, H. American Historical human world. no more obsessed with ab- Anatole France, and through their influence February 1922, Angu normality than was Dostoievsky, though com- he was appointed art critic of L'Aurore. cure de France Dece pletely lacking in the spiritual implications the paper which had become Drevius' chief Revue de Littérature which are Dostoievsky's signature. organ of defense. In appearance Faulkner is rather short, Through these connections he met the FAUSET, JESSII slender, with very black hair and moustache artists he had admired. and he began his real American Negro no now beginning to gray, and "sharp-eyed as career with the publication of a brochure delphia, Pa., and at, a gambler." He is never likely to conform on Velasquez in 1904. In 1905 the helped where she was th to any rules, either as a person or as a writer; to found the Université Populaire, a school her class. She 440