Winifred Holtby Memorial Prize

The Winifred Holtby Memorial Prize was presented from 1967 until 2003 by the Royal Society of Literature for the best regional novel of the year. It is named after the novelist Winifred Holtby who was noted for her novels set in the rural scenes of her childhood. In 2003 it was superseded by the Ondaatje Prize.

Year Recipient Title
2002 Alexandra Fuller Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight
2001 Anna Burns No Bones
2000 Donna Morrissey Kit's Law
1999 Andrew O'Hagan Our Fathers
1998 Giles Foden The Last King of Scotland
1997 Eden Robinson Traplines
1996 Rohinton Mistry A Fine Balance
1995 Paul Watkins Archangel
1994 Jim Crace Signals of Distress
1993 Carl McDougall The Lights Below
1992 Adam Thorpe Ulverton
1991 Elspeth Barker O Caledonia
1990 Nino Ricci Lives of the Saints
1989 Hilary Mantel Fludd
1988 Shusha Guppy The Blindfold Horse
1986 Maggie Hemingway The Bridge
1984 Balraj Khanna A Nation of Fools
1983 Graham Swift Waterland
1982 Kazuo Ishiguro A Pale View of Hills
1981 Alan Judd A Breed of Heroes
1980 Elsa Joubert Poppie
1978 Richard Herley The Stone Arrow
1977 Anita Desai Fire on the Mountain
1976 Eugene McCabe Victims
1975 Jane Gardam Black Faces, White Faces
1974 Graham King The Pandora Valley
1973 Ronald Harwood Articles of Faith
1973 Peter Tinniswood I Didn't Know You Cared
1971 John Stewart Last Cool Days
1970 Shiva Naipaul Fireflies
1969 Ian McDonald The Humming-Bird Tree
1968 Catherine Cookson The Round Tower
1967 David Bean The Big Meeting

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