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Yiyun Li has won The Sunday Times EFG Short Story Award 2015 for her story ‘A Sheltered Woman’, which was initially published in the New Yorker. She is the first woman to win the prize since its establishment in 2010.

The following six writers, with links to the short stories, were shortlisted for the prize:

Rebecca F John – ‘The Glove Maker’s Numbers’

Yiyun Li – ‘A Sheltered Woman’

Elizabeth McCracken – ‘Hungry’

Paula Morris – ‘False River’

Scott O’Connor – ‘Interstellar Space’

Madeleine Thien – ‘The Wedding Cake’

The Sunday Times EFG Short Story Award, with a purse of £30,000, is the “world’s richest prize for a single short story in the English language open to any novelist or short story writer from around the world who is published in the UK” (from Booktrust.org).

30,000 pounds for a single short story is just WOW!

Please visit BookTrust for more info on the prize.

Yiyun Li is always on my list of writers to read. She is a Chinese-American writer. Her two collections of short stories, A thousand years of good prayers and Gold boy, emerald girl have both won awards. She’s also published two novels, The Vagrants and Kinder than Solitude.

So, pick up one of her books if you haven’t already.

Source: Kinna reads

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