Gdynia Literary Prize (Polish: Nagroda Literacka Gdynia) is a Polish literary prize. It was established in 2006 by Wojciech Szczurek, mayor of Gdynia
„The idea of Gdynia Literary Prize is to honour unique achievements of contemporary Polish authors which shall determine a strong and also permanent impulse to further intensify activities in literature and art in its broad meaning.”
Gdynia Literary Prize is awarded annually to authors of the best books published in the previous year in the following categories:
- prose
- poetry
- essay
The list of nominees is announced in May during the International Book Fair (Międzynarowe Targi Książki) in Warsaw. The prizes which consist of the "Literature Cube" statuette and 50.000 PLN are presented at the Grand Gala in June in Gdynia.
Since 2008 the Grand Gala is accompanied by „Literaturomanie” Days of Gdynia Literary Prize („Literaturomanie” Dni Nagrody Literackiej Gdynia).
Moreover, at the turn of October and November, The Autumn Meetings with Winners of the Gdynia Literary Prize take place. (Jesienne Spotkania z Laureatami Nagrody Literackiej Gdynia).
Public City Library (Miejska Biblioteka Publiczna) in Gdynia publishes „Literary Suplement. Gdynia Literary Prize Newspaper” magazine (“Dodatek Literacki. Gazeta Nagrody Literackiej Gdynia”).
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