Вручение 1998 г.

Страна: Канада Место проведения: город Торонто Дата проведения: 1998 г.

Премия Этвуд-Гибсона за художественную литературу

Элис Манро 3.9
"Включенные в этот сборник рассказы, которые ранее публиковались в журнале «Нью-Йоркер», представлены здесь в существенно измененном виде." (из предисловия автора).

Вот уже тридцать лет Элис Манро называют лучшим в мире автором коротких рассказов, но к российскому читателю ее книги приходят только теперь, после того, как писательница получила Нобелевскую премию по литературе. Критика постоянно сравнивает Манро с Чеховым, и это сравнение не лишено оснований: подобно русскому писателю, она умеет рассказать историю так, что читатели, даже принадлежащие к совсем другой культуре, узнают в героях самих себя. «„Любовь хорошей женщины“ изображает жизнь с элегантностью и точностью… — писала газета The Washington Post Book World. — Скупыми, но чудодейственными штрихами Манро намечает контуры судеб или сложные взаимоотношения, но это детально прописанные портреты — с легкими тенями и глубокой перспективой… Как все великие писатели, она обостряет чувства. Ее воображение бесстрашно».
Андре Алексис 0.0
Uniquely imagined and vividly evoked, André Alexis’s prize-winning novel chronicles the childhood – or perhaps the loss of childhood – of Thomas MacMillan, who sets out to piece together the early years of his life. Raised in a Southern Ontario town in the ’50s and ’60s, Thomas is abandoned to the care of his eccentric Trinidadian grandmother. Then, at ten, his mother, Katarina, reclaims him, taking him to Ottawa and to the once-splendid Victorian home of Henry Wing, a gentle conjurer whose love of science and the imagination becomes an important legacy. But is he Thomas’s father? Moving and wryly humorous, Childhood tells the story of a man’s quest for what is lost, bringing him closer to the truth about himself.
Уэйн Джонстон 0.0
In 1949, Joseph Smallwood became the first premier of the newly federated Canadian province of Newfoundland. Predictably, and almost immediately, his name retreated to the footnotes of history. And yet, as Wayne Johnston makes plain in his epic and affectionate fifth novel, The Colony of Unrequited Dreams, Smallwood's life was endearingly emblematic, an instance of an extraordinary man emerging at a propitious moment. The particular charm of Johnston's book, however, lies not merely in unveiling a career that so seamlessly coincided with the burgeoning self-consciousness of Newfoundland itself, but in exposing a simple truth--namely, that history is no more than the accretion of lived lives.
Born into debilitating poverty, Smallwood is sustained by a bottomless faith in his own industry. His unabashed ambition is to "rise not from rags to riches, but from obscurity to world renown." To this end, he undertakes tasks both sublime and baffling--walking 700 miles along a Newfoundland railroad line in a self-martyring union drive; narrating a homespun radio spot; and endlessly irritating and ingratiating himself with the Newfoundland political machine. His opaque and constant incitement is an unconsummated love for his childhood friend, Sheilagh Fielding. Headstrong and dissolute, she weaves in and out of Smallwood's life like a salaried goad, alternately frustrating and illuminating his ambitions. Smallwood is harried as well by Newfoundland's subtle gravity, a sense that he can never escape the tug of his native land, since his only certainty is the island itself--that "massive assertion of land, sea's end, the outer limit of all the water in the world, a great, looming, sky-obliterating chunk of rock."

The Colony of Unrequited Dreams bogs down after a time in its detailing of Smallwood's many political intrigues and in the lingering matter of a mysterious letter supposedly written by Fielding. However, when he speculates on the secret motives of his peers, or when he reveals his own hyperbolic fantasies and grandiose hopes--matters no one would ever confess aloud--the novel is both apt and amiable. Best of all is to watch Smallwood's inevitable progress toward a practical cynicism. It seems nothing less than miraculous that his countless disappointments pave the way for his ascension, that his private travails ultimately align with the land he loves. This is history resuscitated. --Ben Guterson