Norwegian Critics Prize For Literature

Norwegian Critics Prize For Literature

The Norwegian Critics Prize for Literature (Den norske Kritikerprisen for litteratur or Kritikerprisen) is awarded by the Norwegian Literature Critics' Association (Norsk Litteraturkritikerlag) and has been awarded every year since 1950. The prize is presented to a Norwegian author for a literary work as agreed to among the members of the Norwegian Literature Critics' Association. Since 1987 the Norwegian Literature Critics' Association has also awarded a prize for the best work of children's literature. For other Norwegian Critics Awards, see Norwegian Theatre Critics Award, which has been awarded every year since 1939 (except 1940-45), the Norwegian Music Critics Award, which has been awarded every year since 1947, and the Norwegian Dance Critics Award, which has been awarded every year since 1977.

Read more about Norwegian Critics Prize For Literature:  Winners of The Prize For Best Literary Work (adult), Critics Prize For The Year's Best Children's or Youth's Literature, Annual Literature Critics Award

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