And the (Shadow) IFFP 2013 Winner Is…

We started off in March with sixteen titles, the cream of the fiction in translation published in the UK last year.  After a hard month of reading, thinking, discussion and cursing, the list was cut down to six by the offical panel – which is where we parted ways.

Having chosen four of the same titles as the official panel, the Shadow Panel (Stu, Lisa, Mark, Gary and myself) opted for two others to complete the full half-dozen, and then set about deciding which was to take out the prize…

Our road took us on a long journey through many times and lands.  We spent a bizarre time in an ever-shifting, nineteenth-century German town, working on translations and kissing the local girls.  We moved onto a dark exploration of Communist-era Hungary (and an even darker examination of human souls…).  We went for walks around the rainy city of Barcelona, and then flew off to Dublin for a Bloomsday jaunt.  We witnessed an extraordinary dinner party in Albania – and its consequences ten years on.  We followed a boy from the Siberian wilds on his trip to Helsinki and watched as he encountered civilisation in all its forms.  We fled to Wales (seeking some solitude) and shared a woman’s house – but not her secrets…

Then we came back to earth with a bump.  There were discussions, disagreements, grudging acceptance, and then a decision…

Our choice for the winner of the 2013 Independent Foreign Fiction Prize is:

Dublinesque by Enrique Vila-Matas

(translated by Rosalind Harvey and Anne McLean)

Congratulations to the writer and translators – Dublinesque is a great book, and it would be a worthy winner of the real prize.  So, can it do the double?  We’ll find out very soon…