I know, I know. . .literature should not be a competition. Philip Roth does not start a novel thinking, "I’m gonna take it to the hoop against Updike with this baby" (or maybe he does?). But awards do serve a purpose besides stroking the egos of certain authors, and on occasion fattening their wallets. They can alert readers to writers they may have never heard of, gaining little-known authors wider exposure. They can even alert booksellers (such as yours truly) to new authors.
The National Book Critics Circle Awards recently were awarded, and one of the fiction nominees was a book titled The Ballad of Trenchmouth Taggart, by first-time author M. Glenn Taylor and published by West Virginia University Press. I immediately ordered it for the store, and it certainly looks promising. It’s earned a place on my bedside table stack of books to be read, leaping past my living room table stack, dining room radiator stack, and back room at the bookstore stack(s).
In more author competition news, the nominees for the Man Booker International Prize were just announced, and it’s a pretty interesting group:
Peter Carey (Australia)
Evan S. Connell (USA)
Mahasweta Devi (India)
E.L. Doctorow (USA)
James Kelman (UK)
Mario Vargas Llosa (Peru)
Arnošt Lustig (Czechoslovakia) 
Alice Munro (Canada)
V.S. Naipaul (Trinidad/India)
Joyce Carol Oates (USA)
Antonio Tabucchi (Italy)
Ngugi Wa Thiong’O (Kenya)
Dubravka Ugresic (Croatia)
Ludmila Ulitskaya (Russia)
Tabucchi’s Pereira Declares, a novel concerning Salazar’s Portugal, is one of my favorite books ever. Peter Carey is one of those writers whose every book seems a wholesale departure from what he’s done before, and everything I’ve read has been excellent, particularly Jack Maggs and My Life as a Fake. And it’s nice to see Arnost Lustig on the list, who was a long-time professor at American University. And on a somewhat silly note during this month of March Madness, check out the Tournament of Books. Personally, I’d like to see what sparks fly if Matthiessen’s Shadow Country goes up against Bolano’s 2666.