Sing, Unburied, Sing: SHORTLISTED FOR THE WOMEN'S PRIZE FOR FICTION 2018

This wrenching new novel by Jesmyn Ward digs deep into the not-buried heart of the American nightmare. A must (Margaret Atwood Twitter)

A novel as blazingly hymn-like as the title suggests (Jon McGregor New Statesman 'Books of the Year')

Beautiful in every sense ... Her characters feel wholly true ... Long after the end, we continue to worry after them, love them in spite of their faults, and feel their pain (Spectator)

Hauntingly lyrical (Mail on Sunday)

A powerfully alive novel haunted by ghosts; a road trip where people can go but they can never leave; a visceral and intimate drama that plays out like a grand epic, Sing, Unburied, Sing is staggering (Marlon James, Winner of the Man Booker Prize 2015)

The connection between the injustices of the past and the desperation of present are clearly drawn in Sing, Unburied, Sing, a book that charts the lines between the living and the dead, the loving and the broken. I am a huge fan of Jesmyn Ward's work, and this book proves that she is one of the most important writers in America today (Ann Patchett)

Ward is a lyrical, visceral storyteller, one who is as adept at conveying the tenderness of sibling love as the terror and brutality of racist violence (Daily Mail)

Blazing with power, grief and tenderness, Jesmyn Ward's third novel breathes danger into the classic American road trip . What might, in less sure hands, have remained a local tale, makes a searing story of universal power . Ward takes the territory made so familiar by writers such as William Faulkner or Eudora Welty, and reclaims it (Financial Times)

Ghosts, the voices of the dying, painful journeys across an unforgiving country. This is Faulkner territory. Ward's updated version is gruesomely fascinating, especially as she rounds out her story with characters of real-world complexity . Her cool handling of the mythical tropes of journeying and listening to ancestral voices makes this a harrowing, essential novel for our times (The Times)

Maybe that's the miracle here: that ordinary people whose lives have become so easy to classify into categories like rural poor, drug-dependent, products of the criminal justice system, possess the weight and the value of the mythic . Such feats of empathy are difficult, all too often impossible to muster in real life. But they feel genuinely inevitable when offered by a writer of such lyric imagination as Ward (New York Times Book Review)