The Nobel brings with it buckets of money, whereas for the Pulitzer, all the winner gets is a certificate, dinner and a $10,000 honorarium that's a drop in the bucket compared with the Nobel's million-dollar-plus cash prize. When I was a finalist, I got a letter, two sentences long, on Columbia University stationery (no certificate, no dinner), but on every subsequent novel I write, my publishers can print "Finalist for the Pulitzer Prize" under my name on the cover. And guess what? This sells books (if only a couple).
The National Book Award is regarded by many as the mother of the homegrown prizes. Nominees in four categories are chosen by panels of their peers (novelists judge novelists), cash is awarded, and the nominated books get nifty silver decals, which sell more books.
Mon…ney? What is this "mon-ney" of which you speak? Is this the same as that dirty paper and metal discs they give you for selling the hours of your life at a dayjob that you can exchange for the bare essentials of shelter and sustenance? Surely no one gets "mon-ney" for writing a book… What a world we live in.