Slump

I'm currently in a Pulitzer slump, distracted as I am by all of the other fiction that has come my way: The Accidental, No Country for Old Men, Iodine, Edmund and Rosemary Go to Hell, among a few others. Right now, I' m reading Cather's One of Ours. It's very good, of course, but my name was next on my library's waiting list for Edgar Sawtelle, so now I'm on the clock to get through that one. It'll be at least two weeks before I get back to my Pulitzer reading. By then, I should be getting slammed by end-of-the-semester hysteria and will be unable to process anything more serious than a Newsweek conventional wisdom column.