ANNIE PROULX
E. Annie Proulx (born August 22, 1935) is an author who is best known for her
second novel, The Shipping News (1993), which won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction
and the National Book Award for fiction in 1994.
She was born in Norwich, Connecticut and received her Bachelor of Arts from the
University of Vermont in 1969. She got her Master of Arts from Sir George
Williams University in 1973 and pursued, but did not complete, her Ph.D.. She
started out as a journalist and did not begin writing fiction until she was in
her 50s.
She won the PEN/Faulkner Award for Fiction for her first novel, Postcards.
A few years after receiving a lot of attention for The Shipping News, she had
the following comment on her celebrity status:
It's not good for one's view of human nature, that's for sure. You begin to see,
when invitations are coming from festivals and colleges to come read (for an
hour for a hefty sum of money), that the institutions are head-hunting for
trophy writers. Most don't particularly care about your writing or what you're
trying to say. You're there as a human object, one that has won a prize. It
gives you a very odd, meat-rack kind of sensation.
E. Annie Proulx (born August 22, 1935) is an author who is best known for her
second novel, The Shipping News (1993), which won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction
and the National Book Award for fiction in 1994.
She was born in Norwich, Connecticut and received her Bachelor of Arts from the
University of Vermont in 1969. She got her Master of Arts from Sir George
Williams University in 1973 and pursued, but did not complete, her Ph.D.. She
started out as a journalist and did not begin writing fiction until she was in
her 50s.
She won the PEN/Faulkner Award for Fiction for her first novel, Postcards.
A few years after receiving a lot of attention for The Shipping News, she had
the following comment on her celebrity status:
It's not good for one's view of human nature, that's for sure. You begin to see,
when invitations are coming from festivals and colleges to come read (for an
hour for a hefty sum of money), that the institutions are head-hunting for
trophy writers. Most don't particularly care about your writing or what you're
trying to say. You're there as a human object, one that has won a prize. It
gives you a very odd, meat-rack kind of sensation.