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I thought it would be illuminating to delve a bit more into Cotter���Ĵ�ý�s technique, so I asked him for a sample of the original novel plus a ���Ĵ�ý�trot,���Ĵ�ý� a ���Ĵ�ý�literal���Ĵ�ý� translation of this sample. Here���Ĵ�ý�s just a taste of his approach, with the opening lines of the novel:

Before they built the apartment blocks across the street, before everything was screened off and suffocating, I used to watch Bucharest through the night from the triple window in my room above Ştefan cel Mare. The window usually reflected the room���Ĵ�ý�s cheap furniture���Ĵ�ý�a bedroom set of yellowed wood, a dresser and mirror, a table with some aloe and asparagus in clay pots, a chandelier with globes of green glass, one of which had been chipped long ago. The reflected yellow space turned even yellower as it deepened into the enormous window, and I, a thin, sickly adolescent in torn pajamas and a stretched-out vest, would spend the long afternoon perched on the small cabinet in the bedstead, staring, hypnotized, into the eyes of my reflection in the transparent glass.

The paragraph goes on, but these opening sentences work together incredibly well, one leading rhythmically to the next, and Cotter���Ĵ�ý�s seemingly slight touches have intensified the imagery and sentences���Ĵ�ý� effect.

Here is the original in Romanian:

Înainte să se construiască blocul de vizavi şi totul să devină ecranat şi irespirabil, priveam nopţi întregi Bucureştiul de la tripla fereastră panoramică a camerei mele din Ştefan cel Mare. Fereastra reflecta de obicei mobilierul sărac al încăperii, un dormitor de lemn gălbui, o toaletă cu oglindă, câteva plante, aloe şi asparagus, în ghivece de argilă, aşezate pe masă. Lustra cu abajururi de sticlă verzuie, unul dintre ele ciobit de mult timp. Spaţiul galben al camerei devenea şi mai galben adâncindu-se în uriaşa fereastră, iar eu, un adolescent ascuţit şi bolnăvicios, în pijama rufoasă şi cu un fel de vestă lăbărţată deasupra, stăteam toată după-amiaza aşezat cu fundul pe lada de la studio, privind în ochi, ca hipnotizat, reflectul meu din oglinda străvezie a ferestrei.

And here is a very rough, literal ���Ĵ�ý�trot���Ĵ�ý�:

Before was built the block vis-avis and all became screened and unbreathable, I would look nights whole at Bucharest from the triple window panoramic of room my on Ştefan cel Mare. The window reflected usually the furnishings poor of the room, a bedroom set of yellowy wood, a toilet with mirror, some plants, aloe and asparagus, in pots of clay, sat on the table. The light fixture with shades of glass greenish, one of them chipped of much time. The space yellow of the room became and more yellow getting deep in the giant window, and I an adolescent sharpened and sickly, in pajama ragged and a kind of vest misshapen on top, stayed all afternoon sat with bottom on the chest of the bedstead, looking in eyes, like a hypnotized person, the reflection my in the mirror see-through of the window.

Already, with the very first phrase of the opening, we see Cotter facing a dilemma: a lot of information in the Romanian is introduced with a dependent clause���Ĵ�ý�but the opening line of a novel has to be perfect, can���Ĵ�ý�t be overly cluttered with details, which are so hard to sustain in English. Cotter���Ĵ�ý�s decision to break that clause down into two dependent clauses, both introduced with a repetition of ���Ĵ�ý�before,���Ĵ�ý� is very wise, I think, very musical, very inviting, almost hypnotic, reinforcing a dream-like atmosphere so appropriate to this book. Each sentence here shows this same level of attention. I���Ĵ�ý�m especially taken with the third sentence that pulls us closer to the narrator, where we see him for the first time, how beautifully we���Ĵ�ý�re led to him with an abstraction, the lovely, active phrasing here, the ���Ĵ�ý�yellow space turned even yellower as it deepened into the enormous window,���Ĵ�ý� which is a long way from the what we find in the ���Ĵ�ý�trot,���Ĵ�ý� the much flatter ���Ĵ�ý�yellow getting deep.���Ĵ�ý� Cotter has interpreted the author���Ĵ�ý�s intention with that abstraction, heightened the imagery and lyricism for his English rendition and prepared us for this important turn, the introduction of the narrator, the ���Ĵ�ý�I,���Ĵ�ý� the ���Ĵ�ý�thin, sickly adolescent���Ĵ�ý� staring at himself, hypnotized by his own eyes, his own frailty, reinforced by his thin, ghostly reflection not in a mirror but in a glass window. Even Cotter���Ĵ�ý�s choice at the end to replace the abstract ���Ĵ�ý�window���Ĵ�ý� with the concrete word, ���Ĵ�ý�glass,���Ĵ�ý� creates a strong effect: the image is much more tangible as a result.

If you took any of these wonderful translations I���Ĵ�ý�ve mentioned and placed them alongside the original language versions, you���Ĵ�ý�d find similar choices to those that Cotter made in Blinding. These choices are everywhere in a translation; they involve every word, every punctuation mark. They���Ĵ�ý�re the endless choices and techniques that the best fiction translators use to make their English versions shine as brightly as possible, as brightly as the originals, while they, the translators, turn to shadows.