The Pulitzer Prizes were announced yesterday. Needless to say, I didn’t win one, nor was I a finalist, though I was nominated three times, for Pops, my contribution to The Letter, and in my capacity as The Wall Street Journal‘s drama critic.
As if that weren’t a sufficiently direct lesson in humility, I received in the mail my latest royalty check from Borealis Press. This one (pause for drumroll) was for…$4.06.
Vanity, thy name is someone else. At least until tomorrow. Or maybe next week.
Terry Teachout on the arts in New York City
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