There is the Oscar, a bald naked man holding a sword. And the Emmy, a winged woman holding an atom. And then there’s the Edgar, a ceramic bust of Edgar Allen Poe and probably the ugliest award on the planet.

I mention this because the statuette’s unattractiveness (not Poe himself) was a major theme at last night’s 61st Annual  Edgar Awards, held at the Grand Hyatt Hotel in New York City.  It started at Table 44 where I was honored to be sitting with such noted mystery authors as Julia Spencer-Fleming (All Mortal Flesh), Marshall Karp (The Rabbit Factory), and Jonathon King (Eye of Vengence and the forthcoming Acts of Nature, to be reviewed in our May 15 issue). Noting that each seat at the table had an Edgar Allan Poe Noddler or bobblehead, King and I discussed how these were so much more attractive than the real award.

And then King told me when he won his Edgar Award in 2003 for The Blue Edge of Midnight, his then-ten-year-old daughter offered to repaint the statuette to make it prettier.

It went downhill from there. One presenter advised winners to enjoy their ugly awards, and then when the winner of the Best First Novel by American Author was about to be announced, one of the statuettes broke in half. Was it due to the malevolent presence of Grand Master Stephen King, as one waggish presenter suggested, or did the Edgar, as another presenter noted, finally realize how ugly he was and broke in two? Whatever the cause, the winner Alex Berenson (The Faithful Spy) good-naturedly clutched both pieces of the Edgar in his hands as he thanked his editors and Random House for booking his hotel in Boston where he met his current girlfriend while on his book tour..

Moderated by Today show weatherman Al Roker, the ceremony moved quickly, ending at a surprisingly early 9:45 pm. The night’s biggest surprise was Jason Goodwin winning the Best Novel Award for The Janissary Tree. Goodwin could not be present to accept his award as his publisher had been too cheap to pay for his airplane ticket to fly over from England, an act publisher Sarah Crichton said she “deeply, deeply regrets” as she accepted the award. Crichton was refreshingly honest as she told the audience that she hadn’t expected Goodwin’s tale of a eunuch detective in 1830s Istanbul to win.

Other winners included Naomi Hirahara (Snakeskin Shamisen) for Best Paperback Original, James L. Swanson (Manhunt; The 12-Day Chase for Lincoln’s Killer) for Best Fact Crime, and E.J. Wagner (The Science of Sherlock HOlmes) for Best Critical/Biographical. Interestingly, the winners for Best Television Feature/Mini-Series Teleplay were the writers for Season 4 of HBO’s series The Wire, and these included some of the finest crime fiction authors working today: Dennis Lehane, George Pelecanos, and Richard Price.

The highlight of the evening was the recognition of Stephen King as a Mystery Grand Master. After an amusing introduction by Dave Barry and  Ridley Pearson, as well as an inadvertently almost forgotten Donald Westlake,  KIng told the audience that he never called himself a horror writer and that the first three adult books he checked out from the local bookmobile that came through his Maine hometown were crime novels by Richard Stark, Ed McBain, and John D. McDonald. “These books changed my life,” King said, explaining that  they opened up his mind to what he could write about. “The reason why mystery and suspense are the most important genres today,” he said,” is because they mimic life. How we enter and leave life is a mystery.”  King ended his brief defense of genre fiction, stating firmly, “anyone who says this isn’t mainstream fiction is full of bullshit.”