A couple weeks ago we ran an announcement about the new James H. Ottaway Award for the Promotion of International Literature—an awesome award that numerous friends deserve to win. Anyway, I just received a letter from WWB’s Executive Director, Joshua Mandelbaum, with information about nominating people for the award.
His letter is reprinted in full below, but to cut to the chase, you just have to fill out this form and mail it to him.
Earlier this year Words without Borders announced the creation of the James H. Ottaway Award for the Promotion of International Literature. Named in honor of our first chair, The Ottaway recognizes an individual who has helped promote cultural understanding through the promotion of literature in translation in the United States.
As a member of our community I am hoping you will help us find our first honoree by completing and submitting the attached nomination form by May 3, 2013. The recipient will be announced in June and the award will be presented at our October 29, 2013 gala.
You are welcome to forward this nomination form to anyone who might be interested.
I thank you in advance for your assistance. If you have any questions please do not hesitate to contact me.
P.S. Although the award is for the promotion of literature in translation in the U.S., you do not have to reside in the United States to make a nomination.
There you have it. Now get out there and nominate!
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