A poetically vivid narrative…It is a finely written novel with a rare flavor.
— Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
Riders in the Chariot is the most compassionate and the most beautiful of all Patrick White’s works; colours fly everywhere; his words, comic, ecstatic, are like the brushstrokes on a canvas by Nolan or Blake.
— Carmen Callil and Colm Tóibín, The Modern Library: The 200 Best Novels in English Since 1950
Patrick White is an outsider, and his characters are outsiders, outlaws, afflicted, and linked by their affliction. The visionary element in his novels is inseparable from a tough irony and a microscopically close, sometimes savage attention to physical minutiae. The coarser the texture of the physical—of bodies especially—the more likely to be illuminated by flashes of meaning and power.
— Rosemary Dinnage
Patrick White (1912-1990) was born in London and traveled to Sydney with his Australian parents six months later. White was a solitary, precocious, asthmatic child and at thirteen was sent to an English boarding school, a miserable experience. At eighteen he returned to Australia and worked as a jackaroo on an isolated sheep station. Two years later, he went up to Cambridge, settling afterwards in London, where he published his first two books. White joined the RAF in 1940 and served as an intelligence officer in the Middle East. At war’s end, he and his partner, Manoly Lascaris, bought an old house in a Sydney suburb, where they lived with their four Schnauzers. For the next eighteen years, the two men farmed their six acres while White worked on some of his finest novels, including The Tree of Man(1955), Voss (1957), and Riders in the Chariot (1961). When he was awarded the Nobel Prize in 1973, he did not attend the ceremony but, with his takings and some of his own money, created an award to help older writers who hadn’t received their due: the first recipient was Christina Stead. Late in life, when asked for a list of his loves, White responded: “Silence, the company of friends, unexpected honesty, reading, going to the pictures, dreams, uncluttered landscapes, city streets, faces, good food, cooking small meals, whisky, sex, pugs, the thought of an Australian republic, my ashes floating off at last.”
David Malouf is a novelist and poet. His novel The Great Worldwas awarded the Commonwealth Prize and Remembering Babylon was short-listed for the Booker Prize. He has received the IMPAC Dublin Literary Award and the Los Angeles TimesBook Award. He lives in Sydney, Australia.
I stopped reading this book 90 pages from the end. I slogged through to that point. The writing style and syntax seemed from another century. Read morePublished 10 months ago by M. McConnell
I think this may be my favorite book of all time. It is so beautifully written, so haunting, so expertly crafted, it's no wonder Patrick White won the Nobel Prize for Literature. Read morePublished 15 months ago by Tallulah
I gave this book 3 stars because of its attempt at originality. The writing style could be good but often was not. When it was good, it was brilliant. Read morePublished 20 months ago by Aussie Booklover
One of the very best books I've read. There are angels amongst us. And irony and the unexpected, unanticipated, most surprising is what usually occurs. Read morePublished on June 17, 2013 by Arthur Gutierrez-Hartmann
RIDERS IN THE CHARIOT, Patrick White's sixth novel, is a humbling read. I'm struck by how often reputation and a sententious award (in this case, the Nobel Prize for Literature)... Read morePublished on April 3, 2013 by C. Skala
Illumination is synonymous with blinding. The world depends on the eye of the beholder.
Some writers captivate me sentence by sentence. White is one of them. Read more
Being a Miles Franklin award winner, I thought this book would be interesting. How wrong I was! Religious mumbo-jumbo with a bit of homosexuality thrown in for good measure. Read morePublished on September 9, 2012 by riched