Ruth Rendell - Awards and Honours

Awards and Honours

  • 1975 - Mystery Writers of America Best Short Story Edgar: The Fallen Curtain
  • 1976 - Gold Dagger for Fiction: A Demon in My View
  • 1979 - Mystery Writers of America Edgar Award (shortlist): A Sleeping Life
  • 1980 - Mystery Writers of America Edgar Award (shortlist): Make Death Love Me
  • 1980 - Martin Beck Award: Make Death Love Me
  • 1981 - Arts Council National Book Award for Genre Fiction: The Lake of Darkness
  • 1984 - Silver Dagger for Fiction: The Tree of Hands
  • 1984 - Mystery Writers of America Best Short Story Edgar: The New Girlfriend
  • 1986 - Gold Dagger for Fiction: Live Flesh
  • 1986 - Mystery Writers of America Edgar Award (shortlist): The Tree of Hands
  • 1986 - Mystery Writers of America Edgar Award (shortlist): An Unkindness of Ravens
  • 1987 - Mystery Writers of America Edgar Award: A Dark-Adapted Eye
  • 1987 - Gold Dagger for Fiction: A Fatal Inversion
  • 1988 - Angel Award for Fiction: The House of Stairs
  • 1990 - Sunday Times Award for Literary Excellence
  • 1991 - Gold Dagger for Fiction: King Solomon's Carpet
  • 1991 - Cartier Diamond Dagger for a Lifetime's Achievement in the Field
  • 1996 - CBE
  • 1997 - Mystery Writers of America Grand Master Award
  • 2004 - Mystery Ink Gumshoe Award for Lifetime Achievement
  • 2005 - CWA Dagger of Daggers (best crime novel to have won the Gold Dagger award (shortlist)): A Fatal Inversion
  • 2007 - Gumshoe Award for Best European Crime Novel (shortlist): The Minotaur
  • 2007 - Theakston's Old Peculier Crime Novel of the Year Award (longlist): End in Tears
  • 2010 - Lost Man Booker Prize (longlist): A Guilty Thing Surprised

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