I would absolutely read the grand prize winner. "he’d accidentally destroyed the phenomenon known as time, thirteen inches ago."

It would be a very, very hard book to write, and most likely pretty brain-frying to read, but I'd read the crap out of that book. One of the most experimental notions I've ever heard.

It could end with 'frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn' and 'tomorrow is another day'!

Has a Douglas Adams quality about it; if it's possible to write a book containing an infinite improbability drive, a restaurant at the end of the universe, and a super-intelligent shade of the colour blue, it's probably possible to write this.

  a Douglas Adams quality

To me, it has more of a Nicholson Baker's "The Mezzanine" feel to it.

thought Mettler, raising a glass of sub-par Chardonnay that matched her gradual discontent with the world, before replacing it carefully on its coaster so as no to disturb the bear snoozing by the door.

and again submerging into another six-year nap.