Carol Birch





Carol Birch

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born
Manchester, England, The United Kingdom
gender
female

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About this author

Carol Birch was born in Manchester and attended Keele University. The author of eleven novels, she won the 1988 David Higham Award for the Best First Novel of the Year for Life in the Palace, the Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize with The Fog Line in 1991, and she was long-listed for the 2003 Booker Prize for Turn Again Home. Her novel Jamrach's Menagerie was long-listed for the Orange Prize 2011. She currently lives in Lancaster with her family.


Average rating: 3.52 · 3,407 ratings · 674 reviews · 18 distinct works · Similar authors
Jamrach's Menagerie
3.52 of 5 stars 3.52 avg rating — 3,224 ratings — published 2011 — 23 editions
Scapegallows
3.7 of 5 stars 3.70 avg rating — 96 ratings — published 2009 — 3 editions
The Naming of Eliza Quinn
3.38 of 5 stars 3.38 avg rating — 55 ratings — published 2005 — 2 editions
Turn Again Home
3.85 of 5 stars 3.85 avg rating — 13 ratings — published 2003 — 2 editions
The Fog Line
3.67 of 5 stars 3.67 avg rating — 3 ratings — published 1991
Life in the Palace
4.0 of 5 stars 4.00 avg rating — 2 ratings — published 1988 — 3 editions
Come Back Paddy Riley
1.6 of 5 stars 1.60 avg rating — 5 ratings — published 2001 — 3 editions
The Unmaking
4.0 of 5 stars 4.00 avg rating — 2 ratings — published 1992
Little Sister
3.25 of 5 stars 3.25 avg rating — 4 ratings — published 1998 — 3 editions
Whole Story Handbook
3.0 of 5 stars 3.00 avg rating — 2 ratings — published 2001
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“It was the first smile of my life. Of course, that is a ridiculous thing to say; I had been smiled at often, the big man had smiled at me not a minute since. And yet I say: it was the first smile, because it was the first that ever went straight into me like a needle too thin to be seen.”
Carol Birch, Jamrach's Menagerie

“There's no way out of this, it's stark: live or die. Every given moment a bubble that bursts. Step on, from one to the next, ever onwards, a rainbow of stepping stones, each bursting softly as your foot touches and passes on. Till one step finds only empty air. Till that step, live.”
Carol Birch, Jamrach's Menagerie

“I always knew I'd be a sailor. In my cradle, playing with my toes, I knew it. What else could there have been? The sailors had made my blood move before I was born, I now believe. As my mother stood one night upon the shit-smelling Bermondsey shore with me in her belly, the sailors had sung out there across the great river, and their siren song had come to the shell-pink enormity that was my listening ear newly formed in the amniotic fluid.
Or so I believe.”
Carol Birch, Jamrach's Menagerie



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