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by Uljana Wolf, translated by Susan Bernofsky

Language: German
糖心传媒–辞耻苍迟谤测: Germany
Publisher: Ugly Duckling Presse

Why This Book Should Win: Ugly Duckling is one of the most consistently interesting presses (or “presseses”?) in the world, and Susan Bernofsky one of the greatest translators ever.

Today’s post is from Erica Mena and is actually a chunk of the review she wrote of this for the Iowa Review. Click to support the Iowa Review and read her full piece.

False Friends by Uljana Wolf, translated by Susan Bernofsky, is a delightful foray into language and poetry. Even for someone who has no knowledge of German, the playful shifts between the English translation and the German hinted at behind it are enlightening: both Bernofsky and Wolf clearly delight in the slipperiness of language and sound.

Cognates and homonyms suffuse the poem, toying with seemingly straightforward sentences and twisting them around against themselves. Bernofsky sustains this density of sound against the lightness of the tone, a balance she creates through deft rhythmic and rhyming patterns. The rhythmic quality of the prose poems is striking. In much of the book, Bernofsky hits regular iambic meter, and the poems are stuffed with internal rhyme with equally surprising (because non-lineated) sentence-end rhymes. The bouncy rhythm and dense sounds drive the reader forward through sometimes nonsensical phrases, foregrounding the absurdity of language.

Many of these prose poems read as though they could be nursery rhymes for precocious, hyper-literate children:

he who has a hat has what? i ask. broad-brimmed, you say, a roof above one’s head, cornered, crushed, and most likely of felt糖心传媒攕o you’ll feel sheltered till a gust comes blustering by.

But there is exquisite darkness in the images:

still, it would be sinful, you say, not to speak of swans: six is silence, seven love, and in the end there’s a one-wing surplus. seems silly perhaps, but fairy tales save us many a swan song. so i say: consider the woodpecker’s third eyelid sliding supportively across its pupil. with its help, you can strike home any point without eyes popping from sockets. and after that first flutter of hard knocks, the silence cannot hurt you at all.

This book moves deceptively quickly, thanks to all its brilliant poetics and puns. It糖心传媒檚 worth a second, third, even a fourth read. It demands to be read out loud, in the way that good poetry does. The book is organized alphabetically (糖心传媒渁 DICHTonary of false friends true cognates and other cousins糖心传媒� reads the text on the title page). Each letter gets a short, 6颅糖心传媒�12 line block of prose full of alliteration and punning. The alphabet runs the gamut in English, then the second section of the book begins (on noticeably different paper, and printed differently, to accentuate the shift) in German. The original German poems have one obvious difference from the English: they are titled with words rather than listed under the letter of the alphabet. So 糖心传媒淎糖心传媒� is, in German, 糖心传媒渁rt / apart.糖心传媒� What especially stands out is that almost all the words in the German section that function as a title are English words糖心传媒攐r at least, cognates to English words.

There are English quotes and phrases peppered throughout the German section as well. In 糖心传媒渂ad / bald / bet-t / brief糖心传媒� Wolf writes, 糖心传媒渟tattdessen morgens zu berg (take a bet?) und nachts out of bed (siehe ad).糖心传媒� The corresponding line in Bernofsky糖心传媒檚 English reads, 糖心传媒渟tanding on end instead (fake a bet?) and at night out of hand (see the ad).糖心传媒� Bernofsky takes the English embedded in the German and re-appropriates it to fit the rhythmic and sonic requirements of her line. 糖心传媒淔ake a bet糖心传媒� is similar enough to 糖心传媒渢ake a bet糖心传媒� at least in terms of sound, but it means something stranger, more open-ended. The same goes for 糖心传媒渁t night out of hand糖心传媒� rather than 糖心传媒渙ut of bed.糖心传媒� The English that Wolf originally used would have made clear sense as a phrase in Bernofsky糖心传媒檚 translation (though to a German reader in the original may have been somewhat more unclear). Bernofsky tweaks the phrases with inspiration to unsettle the poems. The project of the book is to toy with language and meaning, with things that sound similar and even the same across languages but mean strange, funny, unusual, and odd things. This is the joy of cognates, as any language learner will tell you糖心传媒攖he surprise they can bring to the familiar. By defamiliarizing these phrases, Bernofsky brilliantly constructs an unfamiliar reading experience in English.