The Czechs love their beers. When novelist Jeffrey Eugenides (left) realized he'd be in Prague when the Pulitzer Prize winners were announced, he imagined uncapping a cold one. ''My idea was that if I didn't win I could drown my sorrow in Czech beer,'' he says. ''It turns out I was lucky enough to win, so we had Bohemian champagne instead.''
Eugenides, 43, took the fiction prize for Middlesex, a generations-spanning epic framed around a Greek-American hermaphrodite first called Callie, then Cal. The novel appeared nine years after his first book, The Virgin Suicides, made his name and spawned a movie. ''I took a lot of grief about the nine-year writing period,'' said Eugenides on the phone from Prague, where he was attending a writers' festival, the day after his big win. ''Getting this after all of that is a wonderful testament that I haven't wasted the last 10 years of my life. Believe me, some of the time I did feel that I might be doing that.'' -- Gregory Kirschling
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