…”Robert turned to face Less. ‘It was the Pulitzer committee,’ he said evenly. ‘It turns out I’ve been pronouncing it wrong all these years.’
‘It’s not Pew-lit-sire. It’s Pull-it-sir.’ Robert’s eyes took another survey of the room. ‘Holy f*ck, Arthur, I won.’”
This is a delightfully meta moment that has only peaked my interest in picking up Greer’s Pulitzer Prize winning novel… and if you were looking for a reason to do the same, I think you just found it.
Less follows Arthur Less on the brink of turning 50 when he receives a wedding invitation from his ex-boyfriend of nine years. Arthur decides to run away from his problems by attending some interesting literary events around the world. Finding himself almost falling in love in Paris, accidentally booking himself as the (only) writer-in-residence at a Christian Retreat Center in Southern India, and many more zany travel accidents like these, can’t stop him from facing the one person he has most tried to escape: his first love.