The Pulitzer Prize, the prestigious award for excellence in print journalism, is being expanded to include online-only publications.

Since 2006 the award committee has accepted submissions from stories appearing on the websites of newspapers, like say – The New York Times – but the new guidelines would seemingly open up the prize to online-only outlets like, you know, Mashable (lol).

According to a statement issued today, the basic criteria for qualifying organizations are that they “publish at least weekly … are primarily dedicated to original news reporting and coverage of ongoing stories … and adhere to the highest journalistic principles.” Video, however, is still off-limits.

Somewhat ironically, the news comes on the same day that The Tribune Company, one of America’s biggest newspaper companies, filed for bankruptcy. Way to go, Internet.

Across the pond, Two Ravens Press weighs in on the book industry these days:

The further demise of the book review is predicted by Robert McCrum in The Observer today.  “The book world is in full-blown transition,’ he says. ‘Blogs are rampant; Google is digitising every text going; e-readers are transforming the experience of reading. Books (and book reviewing) have been pushed to the margin. It doesn’t help that in a global recession publishing is also feeling the pinch.”

It’s an interesting question, whether blogs really are supplanting professional critical reviewing. I’m a big fan of really good serious literary blogs, which take the level of discussion about books to a place that a typical review, no matter how well done, can’t. A blog enables you to have a debate about books: what worked for you as a reader and what didn’t, and that’s a very valuable thing.

I agree with the value of book blogs (natch!) but would contest that there will always be a place for good writers.  I would go so far as to suggest that this is could become the Age of the Great Writer, not the demise of their kind.  In a world where Google has introduced grading of search results and the Digg/Web 2.0 model takes over, good content, not just high paid searches, will reign.  And at the end of the day, good content is a product of its author and their understanding of the crazy world of Social Media.  While before, a great writer in Chicago could never do better than the Chicago Tribune, or a great writer in small town could never write for the biggest beats in the biggest towns, now writing is without location and it won’t be an issue of “I read the New York Times for arts and the WSJ for business,” it will become “I read Maureen Dowd for politics, Thomas Friedman for economics, I listen to Amy Goodman for further political discussion and I love so and so’s articles about…”  I would find it incredibly refreshing for the best authors in journalism to get more respect as personalities and marketable skilled writers rather than just a feature of a behemoth newspaper.

I spoke to a writer (off the record) from the San Francisco Chronicle the other evening and he said “Newspapers saw radio and did nothing.  They saw TV and they did nothing.  Why would they think the internet would be any different?  They saw the web and did nothing–that had won all these battles before–but now they’re underwater, hopelessly behind with print and web still being treated as two different products while the other industries, who potentially don’t stand to gain as much as newspapers, move with the tide.”  Great writers will always have a place, but they’re going to have to embrace the tremendous sea change that has occured.  You moved away from your typewriter, you can make this shift too.

It goes further to describe the demise of the non high profile author, which is a well noted and a rather sad part of the industry today.  Neil Simon once said of show business that “You can make a killing but you can’t make a living” and it appears that we are headed that way in books.  I only hope that something will change to give promising authors a chance.  I’m sure plenty of people are anxiously awaiting the next Danielle Steele or the next Twilight edition, but for my  purposes you can throw all that stuff out the window.  I just pray that the next David Eggers, David Foster Wallace or “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” doesn’t get buried under the incredible hubris of bestsellers and Oprah’s Book Club selections, regardless of the industries fledgling numbers.  I hate watching the book world turn into late 90’s music where the major question was not “Is it good?” but “Will it make us money?”  Sigh.

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Surprise is not a prerequisite for sadness.

David Foster Wallace, wordsmith notable for having written numerous great essays and the wonderful–if complex–Infinite Jest, was found dead yesterday.  Wallace’s wife found him after he had passed by hanging himself.

Few who were familiar with Wallace and his work will be totally shocked; suicide and depression were oft mentioned material for the author.  But the mere proliferation doesn’t ease the pain of losing this kind of talent.

His own prescience about knowing oneself (to use the cliche but correct Polonius phrase) and ability to take perspective, most notable (at least in the free-use realm) in his Commencement at Kenyon was one of his finest gifts.  At the same time this deftness with converting experience into words was one of his most difficult challenges to transcend.  As Wordsworth said of himself, “The world is too much with us; late and soon,” and one gets the feeling the world, and its dusty corners that Wallace shed light on, were indeed “too much with [him]“.  Thus, it is with the same sense which we took on the suicide of Elliott Smith, David Foster Wallace will be missed not with shock, but with a kind of resigned tragedy.  It’s like the rain on a parade after a dour forecast; you packed your umbrella, but hope still that the storm will pass.  He was 46 years old.

Check out his excellent fansite for more information and resources about his writing.

Personally I don’t care much for her writing but I do love those type of books (I can’t imagine how many times I’ve read Lord of the Rings and I read literally just about every piece of literature related to Star Wars in my youth).  It’s just her unimaginative prose that leaves me cold.  Her deft story crafting is undeniable and I won’t say I haven’t seen the movies (and read the first two books when I was baby-sitting) but I can’t embrace the books (don’t throw anything at me, please, Harry Potter lovers).

In any event, in the face of her success, she was invited to give this address and managed to be fairly average for the most part but at least saw through through the (literal) pomp and circumstance to what was important:

The first thing I would like to say is ‘thank you.’ Not only has Harvard given me an extraordinary honour, but the weeks of fear and nausea I’ve experienced at the thought of giving this commencement address have made me lose weight. A win-win situation! Now all I have to do is take deep breaths, squint at the red banners and fool myself into believing I am at the world’s best-educated Harry Potter convention.

Delivering a commencement address is a great responsibility; or so I thought until I cast my mind back to my own graduation. The commencement speaker that day was the distinguished British philosopher Baroness Mary Warnock. Reflecting on her speech has helped me enormously in writing this one, because it turns out that I can’t remember a single word she said. This liberating discovery enables me to proceed without any fear that I might inadvertently influence you to abandon promising careers in business, law or politics for the giddy delights of becoming a gay wizard.

You see? If all you remember in years to come is the ‘gay wizard’ joke, I’ve still come out ahead of Baroness Mary Warnock. Achievable goals: the first step towards personal improvement.

The rest of it dodders along through thoughts on “failure” and “success” and is interesting to read, check out the full text here.  I recall Bob Wright, CEO of NBC and a Holy Cross grad, talking at my graduation and honestly I can’t remember a single word he said (no offense Bob, I just wasn’t there for you) but Rowling’s effort isn’t too bad… maybe I would’ve listened harder in light of mere bemusement about the true nature of “success” that she was the speaker at Harvard’s graduation.

They could be scared of a plummeting book sales, but my bet is that they and many others are scared of a world where kids aren’t well educated enough to read and savor Roald Dahl. Seriously, childhood without Charlie and the Chocolate Factory or The Witches can barely be called childhood.

And before anyone even suggests it, the movies do the books no justice. Grab a cup of cocoa, snuggle up with your favorite Dahl book, and relive your childhood this weekend. I know how to recognize a witch, do you??

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(looking for some Dahl for Christmas?)