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Lädt ... Prize Stories 1999: The O. Henry Awardsvon Larry Dark (Herausgeber)
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Gehört zur ReiheO. Henry Prize Stories (1999)
The seventy-ninth anniversary of this annual collection of short stories "widely regarded as the nation's most prestigious awards for short fiction." (The Atlantic Monthly). Edited and with an introduction by Larry Dark 1999 Top-Prize Selection Jury: Sherman Alexie, Stephen King, Lorrie Moore Established in 1918 as a memorial to O.Henry, this esteemed annual collection has presented a remarkable collection of stories over the years. Recently, Series Editor Larry Dark has incorporated some exciting changes: a magazine award, the eligibility of stories from Canadian magazines, a list of fifty Honorable Mention stories, an expanded listing of publications consulted, and a celebrity author top-prize jury. Representing the very best in contemporary American and Canadian fiction, Prize Stories 1999: The O.Henry Awards is a superb collection of twenty inventive, full-bodied short stories brimming with life--proof of the continuing strength and variety of the genre. Keine Bibliotheksbeschreibungen gefunden. |
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