Adam Johnson hangs a tale
Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist Adam Johnson honed his storytelling skills by listening to his family and construction site co-workers, writes Doretta Lau
Earlier this year, American writer Adam Johnson learnt he had won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction for his novel via text message.
The Stanford University associate professor of English was speaking on his mobile phone with an editor when the device began beeping. Concerned that his wife was trying to get a hold of him, he stopped the call to see whether there was an emergency.
The first missive read: "Dude, you won the effing Pulitzer."
The next: "Huge motherf**ing prize."
"It seemed such an impossible notion," Johnson, 46, says over the phone from his home in California. "When I think of the Pulitzer Prize, I think of Annie Proulx and Cormac McCarthy, Richard Ford and Jennifer Egan - writers I have on such a high pedestal that it's pretty inconceivable that my book could be among the company of their books."
Johnson, who will be in Hong Kong this month to give lectures at City University in its Master of Fine Arts (MFA) creative writing programme, is being modest. In addition, the university will host a public reading and reception with him on July 26.