Hermaphrodites Make For Good Reading

Kudos goes to Jeffrey Eugenides for his winning this year's Pulitzer Prize for fiction. In the course of six or so months of visiting various bookstores, I've read the first one hundred pages of Middlesex. Now this obviously doesn't place me in a position to say too much about the book, but, all the same, I thought Eugenides' follow-up to The Virgin Suicides had all the marks of a book that, if I had the money, I'd like to buy and read without a moustached manager enquiring if he could help me find something. I doubt that anybody would've rushed out to buy the book based on that; so, it's quite fortunate that Jeffrey won today.