How to judge a literary prize

Relaxing with a coffee, a book, and a pile of cash

By Nury Vittachi

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Welcome to Adage Watch. In each episode, we put a popular saying to the test. Today’s statement: Is it possible to have “too much of a good thing”?

            The opportunity to test this scientifically came when I was asked to judge a major book contest. I like books. I thought it would be easy. 1. Read a few books. 2. Strut around like an obnoxious know-it-all, and 3. Hand over the dosh to the lucky winner.

            How hard could that be? I do the first two items on that list all the time anyway.

The prize turned out to be A$110,000. Forget the novels, I just wanted to sit there and lovingly leaf through the banknotes. The title was supersized, too: in fact, I wondered whether the initial award should go to the organizers of the Western Australian Premier’s Australia-Asia Literary Award for their novella-length name.

Day one: The books arrive. My heart sinks. The pile of boxes is taller than I am.

Day two: I pick up the first book. My heart soars. It starts so childishly I decide I can safely throw it out. One down, a zillion to go.

Day three: It occurs to me that the writer could have been writing in naïve style for literary effect. I put it back.

Day five: The next volume is a long poem, not a novel. I throw it out.

Day six: I discover that a book-length poem qualifies as a novel. I put it back.

Day seven: The next book turns out to be a collection of short stories. I throw it out.

Day eight: I learn that a string of short stories linked by a plot-thread qualifies as a novel. I put it back.

Day 13: The pile of books is now slightly shorter than I am. This is a huge psychological boost. I have defeated my literary K2!

Day 14: A box of additional books arrives. At this point I’m thinking you can have too much of a good thing.

Day 16: I start to enjoy the job. Having read three historical novels in a row, I find my speech patterns changing. Someone said: “Good morning,” to me today, and I replied: “Indeed, fair Sharon, but I sense a mysterious darkness at the heart of this seemingly perfect idyll.”

Day 18: Walking along a road reading a novel of a rural community deeply riven by dark secrets, I walk into a lamppost and end up with a forehead deeply riven by metal grooves.

Day 21: The bus is late. Everyone at the bus stop is seething and uttering imprecations under their breath. Except me. I am far away, having amazing adventures on an uncharted island.

Day 23: I realize just how important this prize is. Stories of the eastern hemisphere are way more interesting than those of the western one. My brain is on fire.

I was reminded of the time I judged a coffee competition and drank 24 espressos in one afternoon. I didn’t sleep for four days. I had so much energy I could have supplemented the national grid. I was so alert I had to tell my houseplants to grow less noisily.

I was so thrusting and dynamic that I was Not Suitable For Children, although my wife was rather pleased. In that instance, you couldn’t have too much of a good thing.

Comments

[Rika]

Thank you! Thank you for a wonderfully good laugh on a dull morning.

Usually my cappuccino doesn't make it with me to my desk, but on this cloud wrapped, rain threatened, summer holiday Saturday morning it did, and then I found your lovely piece right in time to turn life into a good one!

You made an old woman very happy today :o)

Have a lovely weekend, too!
Rika

[Nury]

Rika, this is one of those comments I want to cut out and stick on my wall, thank you SO much!

[Geoffrey Tipton]

Dear me Nuri, never thought of you as a Fisherman.

[Order Tadalafil]

More mister jam please!!:)

[A.]

Um... Nury?
The hyperlink I clicked on is "A shocker: how much it costs to raise a child".
Where can I find that piece?

[webmaster]

oops sorry, link fixed

[webmaster]

here it is
http://mrjam.typepad.com/diary/2008/08/a-priceless-gif.html

[A.]

Thx a lot.