David Cohen Prize

David Cohen Prize

The David Cohen Prize for Literature (est. 1993) is a biennial British literary award given to a writer, novelist, short-story writer, poet, essayist or dramatist in recognition of an entire body of work, written in the English language. The prize is funded by the John S. Cohen Foundation and administered by Arts Council England. The writer must be a British citizen. The winner is chosen by nomination and entries are not required. The prize is valued at £40,000.

In 2005, The David Cohen Prize incorporated the Clarissa Luard Award. The winner of the David Cohen Prize chooses the recipient of the Clarissa Luard Award, valued at £12,500. The Clarissa Luard Award is funded by the Arts Council of England and is given to a project which encourages young people to read.

Read more about David Cohen Prize:  List of Recipients

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