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The 2017 White Review Short Story Prize Party – UK

We announce the winner of the fifth edition of our annual short story prize for unpublished writers.

 

The winner will be announced at 7.30 p.m. There will be drinks before and music afterwards. There will be a tab behind the bar; if you want a free drink get there early. Entry is £2, free to subscribers.

 

The winning writer is awarded £2,500. Her/his story will be published in the subsequent print issue of The White Review. The shortlist was announced on 5 April and the shortlisted entries published at wwww.thewhitereview.org/features/white-review-short-story-prize-2017-shortlist-uk-ireland/

 

This year’s prize is judged by Mitzi Angel, Jon Day and Joe Dunthorne.

 

Mitzi Angel is the publisher at Faber & Faber.

 

Jon Day is a British writer, critic and academic. He teaches English at King’s College London. His essays and reviews have appeared in the London Review of Books, n+1, the Times Literary Supplement and the Guardian. His first book, Cyclogeography, a philosophical memoir about the years he spent as a London bicycle courier, was published in 2015 to critical acclaim. He was a judge for the 2016 Man Booker Prize.

 

Joe Dunthorne was born and brought up in Swansea. His debut novel, Submarine, has been translated into ten languages and was made into an acclaimed film directed by Richard Ayoade. His second novel, Wild Abandon, was published in 2012. His debut poetry pamphlet was published by Faber & Faber. He lives in London.


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