Jim Crace's ever-varied novels return us to the body, to ceremony and to community in a disenchanted world, transforming the indifferent and the repugnant alike into things of beauty.
British novelist Jim Crace began his career writing scripts for children’s television and later moved on to journalism. The sale of his ﬁrst novel, Continent, allowed him to write ﬁction full-time. The author of more than a dozen books, including Quarantine, Being Dead, and last year’s Harvest, Crace has won the National Book Critics Circle Award, the Whitbread Prize, and he has been twice shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize. He writes in a form that has been described as both “dislocated realism” and “uncanny fabulism.” The author calls it simply, “Craceland.” Drawing on a rich tradition of English pastoral, Renaissance grotesquerie, and chiaroscuro, his novels range across and rejuvenate genres as diverse as the dystopian novel, the quest novel, the medieval bestiary, and the fabliaux. In a review of Harvest, the New York Times writes, “In his compassionate curiosity and his instincts for insurgent uncertainty, Crace surely ranks among our greatest novelists of radical upheaval, a perfect ﬁt for our unstable, unforgiving age.”
After a couple of years of creative doubt when I thought I might not write another novel but should turn instead to the theatre, I have rediscovered my passion for fiction. Stories are crowding in, demanding their space on the page. The Windham-Campbell Prize gives me the independence and the confidence to take on those stories, free from everyday pressures. The timing couldn’t be more perfect. My gratitude couldn’t be greater.JIM CRACE