Gore Vidal
In 1993, Gore Vidal received the National Book Critics Circle Award in Criticism, a recognition that suited a writer who spent decades moving freely between novels, essays, screenplays, and political commentary.
Born on October 3, 1925, in West Point, New York, Vidal attended Sidwell Friends School, St. Albans School, and Phillips Exeter Academy before beginning a career that defied easy categorization. He worked as a novelist, essayist, playwright, screenwriter, literary critic, journalist, and even as an actor at various points. He was also active in politics, adding yet another dimension to a public life that played out largely in the English language and largely before American audiences. His work spanned fiction, non-fiction, drama, science fiction, and the essay, placing him within the postmodern literature movement while keeping him engaged with the political and cultural debates of his time.
Among his notable works is the novel Myra Breckinridge, and his output across genres brought him several significant honors over the years. He received the National Book Award, the Edgar Awards, the Chevalier des Arts et des Lettres from France, and the Lucien Barrière Literary Award, alongside the National Book Critics Circle Award in Criticism already mentioned. The breadth of those prizes reflects the range of forms he worked in — from literary fiction and criticism to drama and opinion journalism.
Vidal died on July 31, 2012, in Hollywood Hills, California. The National Book Critics Circle Award in Criticism stands as a concrete marker of the esteem in which his critical prose was held during his lifetime, and the Chevalier des Arts et des Lettres points to a recognition of his work that extended beyond the United States.
Quotes by Gore Vidal
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Because there is no cosmic point to the life that each of us perceives on this distant bit of dust at the galaxy's edge... there is all the more reason for us to maintain in proper balance what we have here. Because there is nothing else. Nothing. This is it. And quite enough, all in all.

Politics is made up of to words; 'poli,' which is Greek for 'many,' and 'tics' which are blood-sucking insects

Southerners make such good novelists; they have so many good stories because they have so much family.

Democracy is supposed to give you a feeling of choice, like painkiller x and painkiller y. But they're both just aspirin.

You hear all this whining going on, 'Where are our great writers?' The thing I might feel doleful about is: Where are the readers?




