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Today is the birthday of William Gass, a writer and philosopher
born in Fargo in 1924. He received his doctorate in philosophy from Cornell
in 1954 and is one of todays most critically acclaimed authors of
fiction and criticism.
Each year, hundreds of book reviewers in the National
Book Critics Circle vote for what they feel is the years best book
in five different categories: fiction, biography or autobiography, general
nonfiction, poetry, and criticism. Awards are on a par with the Pulitzer
Prize and the National Book Award, and for most writers, receiving a National
Book Critics Circle Award is considered one of the most prestigious honors
in literature. Ironically, Gass hasnt always agreed.
In 1985, he won in the category of criticism for a book
called, Habitations of the Word. In 2003, he won again, this
time for a work called Finding a Form. He was unable to attend
either award ceremony, but he wrote the following for last years
event:
A few years ago, a book of mine was honored by
the National Book Critics Circle, and on that occasion, too, a previous
commitment made it impossible for me to attend the award ceremony. Thinking
back on my record regarding such things, I realized that when I attended
the ceremonies, I became what is called a finalist, but when
I was unable to be there, I sometimes won by a syllable or
so down the stretch. I must apologize to my fellow finalists because my
absence ... has given me an unfair advantage.
Naturally, he continued, I understand
why I have received this award. In the very book in question, I have an
essay (often, it appears to be the only one anybodys read) which
complains that many prize-giving panels (not the National Book Critics
Circle, of course) take dead aim at mediocrity and always hit their
mark. My punishment is plain. I shall try to do better next time...
As for this time, he finished, Thank you very, very much.
When Gass was inducted into the St. Louis Walk of Fame
in 1998, it was said, A consummate author with a philosophers
training, William Gass joined the Washington University faculty in 1969
and (was named a David L. May Distinguished Professor in the Humanities)
in 1979. Gass introduced audiences to his polished, energetic prose with
the 1966 novel Omensetters Luck and the classic book of short stories
In the Heart of the Heart of the Country... and in 1995, Gass completed
his monumental novel The Tunnel. A distinguished artist deeply concerned
with the issues writers face, William Gass was named director of the International
Writers Center in 1990.
The book to which they referred, The Tunnel, was many
years in the making. In 1992, three years before it was published, John
Unsworth wrote about it in the Arizona Quarterly ...Omensetters
Luck was (15) years in the making, and parts of that novel first surfaced
(11) years before the book did. That equals (James) Joyces record,
but it pales beside the saga of The Tunnel: this work has been in
progress since 1966, and since 1969 some (19) sections, totaling
more than 300 pages, have appeared in print. The comment finished
with, Gass is now sixty-seven, and has been publishing for more
than thirty years; more than two-thirds of that career has already been
devoted to The Tunnel.
Gass once wrote, A culture morally and functionally
fails which does not let its crazies, its artists and its saints, its
scientists and politicians, claim, on occasion, a higher law than its
own congresses can pass, traditions permit, or conscience conceive.
Amen.
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