What are your thoughts on book contests? Do you believe winning one can further your career? Which ones, if any, do you enter?
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I was really chuffed |
Re. the title of the blog: please don't be imagining a guy coming round to fix the roof and disappearing up a nostril instead. A "slater" in Scotland is a woodlouse (aka roly-poly, I believe). And why is it relevant? Because I've never been able to decide whether I'd rather be best-selling than award-winning or if I'd rather be either than critically-acclaimed. But let's face it: any of the three is better than a slater up your nose.
But we're talking about winning stuff this week, not about sales or plaudits.
Does winning the Nobel prize for literature further your career? Nah. I reckon once you're headed to Stockholm, you've peaked.
How about the Pullitzer? Or, if you're in Britain, the Booker? Mos def, I'd say. I've bought Booker prize winners many a time, having seen them heaped up on a table at the front of a Waterstones. Bernardine Evaristo and Douglas Stuart certainly seemed to slip effortlessly from a Booker win to stardom. Mind you, both of them also seem like genuinely lovely individuals, warm and curious.
Then there's the National Book Award and a memory I'm convinced is real although you tell me. When I was new here (back when I thought Escrow was a town where the realtor lived, and I thought Barney Fife was in The Flintstones) someone phoned me up and asked if I was American because I had to be to be considered for the National Book Award. I swear this is true, even though it seems like when "Keanu Reeves" used to follow you on Twitter (before it became Xitter (the X is pronounced "sh", by the way)).
It was almost as unbelievable when I actually did get nominated for an Edgar award, more specific but no less prestigious. I didn't win but it was a great night (much more fun than the UK Dagger awards) and I cherish the happiest picture of author and editor ever.
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Me and Terri Bischoff at the Edgars |
Now we're getting to the awards I know about from having won them. The Agathas are wonderful, not least because the award itself a teapot (see above). And I think winning an Agatha award shortly after I arrived in the US did have an effect. It boosted me from complete obscurity to - I maintain - enough known-ness to cause the Sisters in Crime board to consider me for the presidency. Is that career furtherment? Kinda.
Likewise the Anthonys, I think. I'd been here four years when I won for As She Left It and it was a boost of profile. There's an argument to be made that it was the surprise value of someone who wrote traditional historicals suddenly up and writing a dark modern psychothriller that caused the awards action (like a dog walking on its hind legs: it's the fact that it's doing it at all . . .)
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Love this jacket! |
One of my happiest memories is associated with that image on the front of of As She Left It. I was at the American Library Association shindig in Seattle, sitting behind a heap of these books with an uncapped Sharpie. A harried librarian rushed past, stopping only to say "Why is all YA set in dystopia these days?". I didn't get the chance to say "That's not dystopia; that's Britain." Ah well. (It's not YA either; she's just got youthful jeans on.)
Contests.
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