The European Book Prize (Prix du Livre Européen) is a European Union literary award established in 2007, organized by the association Esprit d'Europe in Paris. It seeks to promote European values, and to contribute to European citizens' better understanding of the European Union as a cultural entity.
Eligible books must have been published in one of the 27 European Union (EU) member-states in the preceding year, in the original language or a translation. Works are submitted in one of two categories: essai (which in French means something broader than the English "essay") and romans et recits ("novels and narratives"). A long list is drawn up by the organizers in Paris, the number varies but for example in 2011 there were 50 essais plus 47 romans et recits. These are then sent to a "sponsorship committee" which narrows it down to about a seven title shortlist, which are then given to a new committee of judges, composed of journalists and authors.
The European Book Prize is organised by the association Esprit d'Europe and was founded by France Rouqe, Luce Perrot and François-Xavier Priollaud. The prize is worth 10,000 euros to each winner, the first two years had one winner only who received 20,000 euros.
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