Вручение 1978 г.

Премия вручалась за 1977 год.

Страна: Великобритания Место проведения: город Лондон Дата проведения: 1978 г.

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Лауреат
Beryl Bainbridge 0.0
Edward is throwing a dinner party with Binny , his mistress. Aware that she has long been denied those small intimacies that his wife takes for granted - choosing a birthday present for his sister, for example, or sorting his socks - he wants to give her a chance to feel more involved in his life, to socialise with some of his friends (the discreet ones). Things are a little awkward to begin with - a late start and him having to be away by half past ten - but everything seems to be going well. But then some uninvited, and reather forceful guests arrive, and it doesn't look like Edward is going to make it home on time.

Детская книга

Лауреат
Шела Макдональд 0.0
This beautifully poised novel chronicles the extraordinary upbringing and early adulthood of Marjory Bell in the 1920s and '30s, in a rambling South London house teeming with eccentric uncles and aunts and their hangers-on. By turns harsh, kind, immoral, hypocritical, hilarious and spiteful, they are all dominated by the baleful presence of Marjory's unrepentantly Victorian grandmother. Marjory is motherless, her father a remote, weekend visitor to 'Gran's house', where Marjory belongs, but is isolated. Gran would crush her individuality, or crush her entirely: and Marjory has to bring all her intelligence, tenacity and humour into play to survive. As she remarks at one point, 'Some of the animals in our family are nicer than some of the people.' But she does survive. Glimpses of her adult life tell us the price she pays - but how she also never loses her wit, integrity and spark for life. No End to Yesterday won the Whitbread Prize in 1977 as a children's book, but it's an adult story. Whitbread judge Lynne Reid Banks said: 'The writing showed signs of a literary gift far beyond what one normally expects in children's books or finds in adult novels. The whole environment and the period are imparted. The imagination is pricked awake by the author's skill... and finds itself capable of evoking settings, smells, textures and even the strongly "other" emotions of that earlier time.'