The Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize is a British literary prize established in 1963 in tribute to Geoffrey Faber, founder and first Chairman publisher Faber & Faber. It recognises a single volume of poetry or fiction by a Commonwealth author under 40, and is in alternating years awarded to poetry and fiction.
In its first year, the prize was awarded to Christopher Middleton for his poetry.
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