Search All Winners

Name	Genre	Year
Christopher Tilghman	Fiction	1990
Jia Tolentino	Nonfiction	2020
Peter Trachtenberg	Nonfiction	2007
Vu Tran	Fiction	2009
Judy Troy	Fiction	1996
Tony Tulathimutte	Fiction	2017
Jack Turner	Nonfiction	2007
Genya Turovskaya	Poetry	2020
Mark Turpin	Poetry	1997
Samrat Upadhyay	Fiction	2001
Azareen Van der Vliet Oloomi	Fiction	2015
A.J. Verdelle	Fiction	1996
Vanessa Angélica Villarreal	Poetry	2019
William T. Vollmann	Fiction	1988
Ocean Vuong	Poetry	2016
D.J. Waldie	Nonfiction	1998
David Foster Wallace	Fiction	1987
Anthony Walton	Nonfiction	1998
Weike Wang	Fiction	2018
Esmé Weijun Wang	Nonfiction	2018
Anne Washburn	Drama	2015
Teddy Wayne	Fiction	2011
Charles Harper Webb	Poetry	1998
Kerri Webster	Poetry	2011
Joshua Weiner	Poetry	2002
Timberlake Wertenbaker	Drama	1989
Kate Wheeler	Fiction	1994
Simone White	Poetry	2017
Colson Whitehead	Fiction	2000
Marianne Wiggins	Fiction	1989
Amy Wilentz	Nonfiction	1990
Damien Wilkins	Fiction	1992
Claude Wilkinson	Poetry	2000
Phillip B. Williams	Poetry	2017
Greg Williamson	Poetry	1998

Selected Memoirists

Lucy Grealy 1995

Autobiography of a Face: A Memoir

I stood there perfectly still, just as I had sat for countless medical photographs: full face, turn to the left, the right, now a three-quarter shot to the left. I took a...

Andrew X. Pham 2000

Catfish and Mandala: A Two-Wheeled Voyage Through the Landscape and Memory of Vietnam

“The roads are dangerous,” she says. “The country is not safe.”

“People are very poor,” Granduncle adds, in agreement. “This isn’...

Chris Offutt 1996

Kentucky Straight: Stories

The tow truck lurched a few yards, dappling everyone with mud. Bobby’s ruined knee spurted a red arc. Then another. And another. The men watched, bewildered and afraid. They...

Danzy Senna 2002

Caucasia: A Novel

Cole claimed to remember the good times between my parents. But I didn’t. Seemed like they were always breaking up to make up. After their big fights, they usually got back...

Judy Blunt 2001

Breaking Clean: A Memoir

Spring of 1954, my mother stood at the threshold of Henry Picotte’s abandoned chicken house, a bouquet of hens dangling in either hand, and eyed the enormous prairie rattler...