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A.S. Byatt

A.S. Byatt (Antonia Susan Byatt) is internationally known for her novels and short stories. Her novels include the Booker Prize winner Possession, The Biographer’s Tale and the quartet, The Virgin in the Garden, Still Life, Babel Tower and A Whistling Woman, and her highly acclaimed collections of short stories include Sugar and Other Stories, The Matisse Stories, The Djinn in the Nightingale’s Eye, Elementals and her most recent book Little Black Book of Stories. A distinguished critic as well as a writer of fiction, A S Byatt was appointed CBE in 1990 and DBE in 1999.

BYATT, Dame Antonia (Susan), (Dame Antonia Duffy), DBE 1999 (CBE 1990); FRSL 1983; Chevalier de l’Ordre des Arts et des Lettres (France), 2003 , writer; born 24 Aug. 1936;

Daughter of His Honour John Frederick Drabble, QC and late Kathleen Marie Bloor

Byatt has famously been engaged in a long-running feud with her novelist sister, Margaret Drabble, over the alleged appropriation of a family tea-set in one of her novels. The pair seldom see each other and each does not read the books of the other.

Married

1st, 1959, Ian Charles Rayner Byatt (Sir I. C. R. Byatt) marriage dissolved. 1969; one daughter (one son deceased)

2nd, 1969, Peter John Duffy; two daughters.

Education

Sheffield High School; The Mount School, York; Newnham College, Cambridge (BA Hons; Hon. Fellow 1999); Bryn Mawr College, Philadelphia, USA; Somerville College, Oxford.

Academic Honours:

Hon. Fellow, London Inst., 2000; Fellow UCL, 2004

Hon. DLitt: Bradford, 1987; DUniv York, 1991; Durham, 1991; Nottingham, 1992; Liverpool, 1993; Portsmouth, 1994; London, 1995; Sheffield, 2000; Kent 2004; Hon. LittD Cambridge, 1999

Prizes

The PEN/Macmillan Silver Pen Of Fiction prize, 1986 for STILL LIFE

The Booker Prize, 1990, for POSSESSION

Irish Times/Aer Lingus International Fiction Prize, 1990 for POSSESSION

The Eurasian section of Best Book in Commonwealth Prize, 1991 for POSSESSION

Premio Malaparte, Capri, 1995;

Mythopoeic Fantasy Award for Adult Literature, California, 1998 for THE DJINN IN THE NIGHTINGALE''S EYE

Shakespeare Prize, Toepfer Foundation, Hamburg, 2002;

Publications:

The Shadow of the Sun, 1964;

Degrees of Freedom, 1965 (reprinted as Degrees of Freedom: the early novels of Iris Murdoch, 1994);

The Game, 1967;

Wordsworth and Coleridge in their Time, 1970 (reprinted as Unruly Times: Wordsworth and Coleridge in their Time, 1989);

Iris Murdoch 1976

The Virgin in the Garden, 1978;

GEORGE ELIOT Selected Essays, Poems and Other Writings , 1979 (editor);

Still Life, 1985

Sugar and Other Stories, 1987;

George Eliot: selected essays, 1989 (editor)

Possession: a romance, 1990

Robert Browning''s Dramatic Monologues, 1990 (editor);

Passions of the Mind, (essays), 1991;

Angels and Insects (novellas),1992

The Matisse Stories (short stories),1993;

The Djinn in the Nightingale''s Eye: five fairy stories, 1994

Imagining Characters, 1995 (joint editor);

New Writing 4, 1995 (joint editor);

Babel Tower, 1996;

New Writing 6, 1997 (joint editor);

The Oxford Book of English Short Stories, 1998 (editor);

Elementals: Stories of fire and ice (short stories), 1998;

The Biographer''s Tale, 2000;

On Histories and Stories (essays), 2000;

Portraits in Fiction, 2001;

The Bird Hand Book, 2001 (Photographs by Victor Schrager Text By AS Byatt);

A Whistling Woman, 2002

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“Above his head at street level, he saw an angled aileron of a scarlet Porsche, its jaunty fin more or less at the upper edge of his window frame. A pair of very soft, clean glistening black shoes appeared, followed by impeccably creased matt charcoal pinstriped light woollen legs, followed by the beautifully cut lower hem of a jacket, its black vent revealing a scarlet silk lining, its open front revealing a flat muscular stomach under a finely-striped red and white shirt. Val’s legs followed, in powder-blue stockings and saxe-blue shoes, under the limp hem of a crêpey mustard-coloured dress, printed with blue moony flowers. The four feet advanced and retreated, retreated and advanced, the male feet insisting towards the basement stairs, the female feet resisting, parrying. Roland opened the door and went into the area, fired mostly by what always got him, pure curiosity as to what the top half looked like.”
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“No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed.”
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“Ice burns, and it is hard to the warm-skinned to distinguish onesensation, fire, from the other, frost.”
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“What literature can and should do is change the people who teach the people who don't read the books.”
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“Art does not exist for politics, or for instruction- it exists primarily for pleasure, or it is nothing.”
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“The individual appears for an instant, joins the community of thought, modifies it and dies; but the species, that dies not, reaps the fruit of his ephemeral existence.”
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“Maud laughed, drily. Roland said, "And then, really, what is it, what is this arcane power we have, when we see that everything is human sexuality? It's really powerlessness."Impotence," said Maud, leaning over, interested.I was avoiding that word, because that precisely isn't the point. We are so knowing. And all we've found out, is primitive sympathetic magic. Infantile polymorphous perversity. Everything relates to us and we're so imprisoned in ourselves - we can't see things.”
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“Everything is surprising, rightly seen.”
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“Things are not what they seem.”
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“Only write to me, write to me, I love to see the hop and skip and sudden starts of your ink.”
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“Think of me if you will as the Lady of Shalott . . . who chooses to watch diligently the bright colours of her Web - to ply an industrious shuttle - to make - something - to close the Shutters and the Peephole too -”
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“There were times when [he] allowed himself to see clearly that he would end his working life, that was to say, his conscious thinking life, in this task, that all his thoughts would have been another man's thoughts, all his work another man's work. And then he thought it did not perhaps matter so greatly... It was a pleasant subordination, if he was a subordinate.”
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