Harvest by British author Jim Crace is the winner of the 2015 International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award.
The Award, given by Dublin City Council, includes a prize of €100,000, the world’s largest prize for a single novel published in English.
Uniquely, nominations are received from public libraries in cities around the globe and recognises both writers and translators. The winner was announced at a ceremony in Dublin’s Mansion House today.
Jim Crace was born in Hertfordshire and grew up in North London. He is the author of ten previous novels, including Quarantine which was shortlisted for the award in 1999.
“The IMPAC Dublin award has a tremendous legacy of achievement; 20 years of being a truly international award, drawing its winners from countries and cultures where, as in Dublin, potential is recognised, excellence rewarded, and translation is respected” said the Lord Mayor of Dublin and Patron of the Award, Christy Burke.
The winning novel, which was first published by Picador, was chosen from a total of 142 titles, nominated by libraries in 114 cities in 39 countries.
The shortlist of ten novels, as chosen by an international panel of judges, included novels from five continents. Jim Crace is the fourth British author to win the prize in its 20 year history.
Set in an unspecified time in the past, in a green corner of England, Harvest is the story of the last days of a village and the death of an age-old way of life.
Commenting on his win, Jim Crace said: “It has been an overwhelming surprise and a delight to discover that my latest book has won the IMPAC Dublin award.
"Harvest proved to be a generous novel in the writing. Readers and critics were more than generous in their responses. And now, thanks to the further generosity of a whole wide-world network of book-loving strangers, Harvest has struck lucky again – it will be included in the distinguished and twenty-year-long list of fiction honoured by this truly international and discriminating award.
"No writer could hope for more than that.”
The judges commented: “At times, Harvest reads like a long prose poem; it plays on the ear like a river of words. But then again, Jim Crace is a consummate wordsmith; his understanding of human nature is uncanny and he never drops a stitch from start to finish.
"All human life is here: its graces and disgraces and there is life too in every small stone, flower and blade of grass. A powerful and compelling novel, Harvest is a worthy winner of the International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award.”
The 2015 shortlist included three novels in translation and authors from Australia (Richard Flanagan and Hannah Kent); Brazil (Bernardo Kucinski); France (Andreï Makine); Ireland (Colum McCann); Morocco (Mahi Binebine); Nigeria (Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie); the UK (Jim Crace) and the USA (Alice McDermott and Roxana Robinson).
All the shortlisted books, as well as copies of the 142 novels nominated for the 2015 Award, are available to borrow from Dublin public libraries.
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