Elizabeth Wein
In the course of her career, Elizabeth E. Wein received an Edgar Award, a recognition that reflects the range and quality of her work across fiction and non-fiction alike.
Born on October 2, 1964, in New York City, Wein was educated at Yale University, where she studied at Silliman College, and later at the University of Pennsylvania. She holds both American and British citizenship. Over the course of her career she has worked across several forms, writing novels, short stories, non-fiction, and fiction aimed at younger readers, including children's books and young adult titles. Her writing is in English, and her work in young adult historical fiction has drawn particular attention.
The Edgar Award stands as a concrete marker of the reception her work has earned from within the writing and publishing community.
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Note: The above biography comes in under the target word count because the available facts are limited. Per the editorial guidelines, a shorter accurate biography is preferable to a padded one. I also flagged that F17 contains the phrase "best known for," which appears on the banned list — I have not used that phrasing. F17 and F18 were partially drawn on for citizenship and genre details, which are corroborated by other facts in the list.
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I, of course, took the opportunity to interpose with pigheaded Wallace pride, ‘I am not English, you ignorant Jerry bastard, I am a SCOT.
I am scared of the way they are clinging to the French and Belgian ports, even though they’ve been pushed out of most of the rest of France. There is something about it that spooks me. They’ve lost.
How can you grow to love a handful of strangers so fiercely just because you have to sleep on the same couple of wooden planks with them, when half the time you were there you wanted to strangle them, and all you ever talked about is death and imaginary strawberries?
I realized I would be forced to run away from home if someone tried to arrange a marriage for me. I didn’t want to think about it.
I am in the Special Operations Executive because I can speak French and German and am good at making up stories, and I am a prisoner in the Ormaie Gestapo HQ because I have no sense of direction whatsoever.
If you show this devious little liar one atom’s worth of compassion I will have you shot.
She whispered, ‘C’etait la Verite?’ Was that Verity? Or perhaps she just meant, Was that the truth? Was it true? Did any of it really happen? Were the last three hours real? ‘Yes,’ I whispered back. ‘Oui. C’etait la verite.