Norman Rush receives the Hadada Award.

Our Spring Revel was last Tuesday, and it was, as Gay Talese put it simply, “a real party,” a party for the ages. About five hundred of us gathered at Cipriani 42nd Street to honor Norman Rushwith the Hadada Award, presented by James Wood, who recited one of my favorite jokes from Subtle Bodies: “Pinot noir meant don’t urinate at night.”

Hilary Manteltook the stage to award Atticus Lishthe Plimpton Prize for Fiction; “I am extremely fortunate to receive this award,” Lish said, “as is anyone who receives recognition in any field. Few people get much of a gold star no matter what they do in life.”

Mark Leynerreceived the Terry Southern Prize for Humor—which he has publicly promised to hang above his bed, like a mobile—from Donald Antrim. Never in recorded history have the words Sugar-frosted nutsackbeen uttered before so large and so gracious a crowd. Last, The Paris Reviewbade a fond farewell to our longtime publisher, Antonio Weiss, who has absconded to Washington to serve as the counselor to the Secretary of the U.S. Treasury. Our loss is the nation’s gain.

It was a spectacular evening, as the photos below attest. You can read accounts of the fun from Womens Wear Daily, New York Social Diary, and Page Six—and you can see even more photos of the revelry here. Happy spring, and see you next year!

Photos by Clint Spaulding / © Patrick McMullan / PatrickMcMullan.com

Elsa and Norman Rush.

Lorin Stein.

Rosalie Lowe and Gay Talese.

Mark Leyner.

Donald Antrim.

Atticus Lish and Hillary Mantel.

Joseph O’Neill, Rivka Galchen, James Wood, and Cressida Leyshon.

Dorothea Lasky and Amber Tamblyn.

Lynn Nesbit and John Guare.

Leanne Shapton and Ceridwen Morris.

Paul Mills and Suzanne Vega.

Jacob Weinberg, Deborah Needleman, Philip Gourevitch, Larissa MacFarquhar, and Katie Roiphe.

Justin Torres and Angela Flournoy.

Mona Simpson.

Radhika Jones, Georgia Cool, and Sadie Stein

Mark Leyner and Donald Antrim.

Norman Rush.

The Paris Review’s equivalent to the Bat-Signal.