Can it really be just a year ago that we were wishing a happy birthday to one of Britain’s great post-war novelists – in any genre – the one and only Christopher Priest? Er . . . actually, yes. That’s how these birthday things work, isn’t it? *ahem* Moving right along . . .
You don’t need us to tell you that Christopher Priest is a multi-award-winning author, with a World Fantasy Award, an Arthur C. Clarke Award, 5 BSFA Awards, a John W. Campbell Award and a James Tait Black Memorial Prize to his name (among many others).
You don’t need us to tell you that he was named as one of the twenty best young British writers by Granta magazine in 1983, alongside such luminaries as Kazuo Ishiguro, Salman Rushdie, Pat Barker, Ian McEwan and Graham Swift.
And you don’t need us to tell you that he is an extraordinary writer who effortlessly straddles the worlds of SF and literary fiction, placing him in the excellent company of writers such as Brian Aldiss, J.G. Ballard, Iain Banks, Ray Bradbury, Ursula K. Le Guin, Michael Moorcock and Kurt Vonnegut.
You know all that.
Happy Birthday, Chris!