The Central News Agency Literary Award (CNA Literary Award, CNA Prize) was a major annual literary award in South Africa. It was named for the CNA chain of bookstores. Founded by Phillip Stein, it recognised works in prose and poetry, and in both the English language and Afrikaans.
The last award was presented in 1996, although CNA later launched a "Book of the Year" award for popular bestsellers of any genre.
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