leonor miano – Three Percent /College/translation/threepercent a resource for international literature at the University of Rochester Mon, 16 Apr 2018 14:57:33 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0.6 Ecuador vs. Cameroon [Women's World Cup of Literature: Second Round] /College/translation/threepercent/2015/06/24/ecuador-vs-cameroon-womens-world-cup-of-literature-second-round/ /College/translation/threepercent/2015/06/24/ecuador-vs-cameroon-womens-world-cup-of-literature-second-round/#respond Wed, 24 Jun 2015 15:00:00 +0000 http://www.wdev.rochester.edu/College/translation/threepercent-dev/2015/06/24/ecuador-vs-cameroon-womens-world-cup-of-literature-second-round/

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In today糖心传媒檚 match, Ecuador is represented by Alicia Y谩nez Coss铆o糖心传媒檚 Beyond the Islands, translated by Amalia Gladhart, and Cameroon by L茅onora Miano糖心传媒檚 Dark Heart of the Night, translated by Tamsin Black.

Here糖心传媒檚 one of those odd WWCOL matchings that other judges have commented on: under what circumstances would these two novels have otherwise been paired? The playing fields could not be more different. Beyond the Islands takes its cues from that well-worn playbook, magic realism, while Dark Heart of the Night tangles with cruelty, horror, violence, blood and guts. This is a match in which Miano糖心传媒檚 dangerous writing squares off against Y谩nez Coss铆o糖心传媒檚 safer and somewhat recycled magic realist storytelling.

In eight, mostly self-contained chapters, Beyond the Islands (in Spanish, M谩s all谩 de las islas Gal谩pagos, and what糖心传媒檚 so clunky about “Galapagos” that it was left out in the translation?) draws from a rich storehouse of imagery and fantastical elements to portray eight characters, each with something a little “special.” Morgan, a green-eyed pirate with a peg leg, Iridia, a tenderhearted prostitute, Alirio, a poet whose pockets are stuffed with abandoned poems, others. Each one meets a mist-shrouded end and gets transported elsewhere, often on wings. That糖心传媒檚 where the magic comes in. Iridia, for example, ascends to the great beyond in a grand Chagallian flourish. As translated by Amalia Gladhart:

Iridia began to ascend the celestial ramp . . . [she] might have lost her balance, but a supernatural force was carrying her obliquely upwards toward the center of the sun, with the mechanism of an automatic staircase. Iridia was light and she kept walking; she was slowly gaining altitude like a weightless figure from the brush of Marc Chagall. From time to time she paused to breathe and reestablish her balance, although she knew that her shoes had sprouted soft suction pads that stuck to the ray, which was the same one that trapped the white butterfly that emerged from Morgan糖心传媒檚 foot, and that illuminated the viscous dampness, like semen, that had been Alirio.

Exuberantly fantastical passages like this happen over and over in the novel, and they might be just your thing. But as someone who has been hearing about and reading Latin American magical realism for over thirty years, I wanted at times to yell, “ya basta,” enough. It felt as if the team were dribbling in circles, running down the clock, indulging in flashy play for its own sake. Look! Another player has sprouted wings and is suspended midair!

But it糖心传媒檚 a tenacious genre. To my surprise, the game would pick up, new players would be introduced, each with an idiosyncratic tic. Long dull stretches would be followed by something stupendously ridiculous, like the story of the life-size woman doll that when filled with warm water turns into a kind of high-maintenance sex toy. It糖心传媒檚 almost all harmless, with metamorphoses rather than outright death, except for the cruel burning of the plant-gatherer and healer Brigita, who糖心传媒檚 taken to be a witch.

You might ask why a magic realist novel first published in 1980 comes into English thirty years later, well after the heyday of Latin American magic realism; but put those questions aside. Here it is, still playing with zest and wacky energy, winging its way down the field to score a few goals.

On the other hand, L茅onora Miano糖心传媒檚 Dark Heart of the Night (published in France in 2005 as L糖心传媒檌nt茅rieur de la nuit) plays a much more disturbing game. Set in a remote village in an unnamed African country, the novel tells the story of Ayan茅, the only child of the Aama and Ek茅, a couple who ignore the traditional customs and rules of the village and are ostracized as a result. But it糖心传媒檚 just as well, because it allows Ayan茅 to escape the destiny of other girls whose mothers 糖心传媒渢aught them to live as they had done, with gritted teeth, a ramrod-straight back and vanquished hope糖心传媒� (in Tamsin Black糖心传媒檚 translation). Ayan茅 is sent away to school and grows up, mostly off stage, to become an enterprising and spirited young woman.

Up to this point the novel seems like a rare coming-of-age story of a young African woman, but then it suddenly turns into gruesome bloodbath. Ayan茅糖心传媒檚 return home to tend to her dying mother coincides with the arrival in the village of a band of drug-crazed revolutionaries in need of soldiers. There is resistance, followed by page after page of unbearable brutality, witnessed by Ayan茅 from the high branch of a tree. You might find yourself recoiling from the descriptions of decapitations, castration, the murder of a child, disembowelments, the cooking and eating of entrails and brains, sustained for over forty pages. Once again, you want to yell, “enough!”

When I first read this novel I hated it. Its violence and cruelty seemed gratuitous, over the top, frankly sadistic. But just as the sporting world has its “extreme sports,” maybe literature too has its “extremes” that deeply disturb and push at whatever limits are out there? Of course it does; the orgies of violence in Dark Heart make you think of the Marquis de Sade, Alejandra Pizarnik in The Bloody Countess, Dennis Cooper, Kathy Acker. Contrary to what we might think, Miano is not doing social realism. She糖心传媒檚 not chronicling horrendous acts of violence in Africa (which of course are not unique to Africa) in order to cater to the expectations of outsiders. Whether or not she succeeds is another matter, but she could care less about enchanting the reader. She糖心传媒檚 asking herself: can this be described in words?

I won’t overdo the soccer analogies, but I considered: which of the two novels “goes for it”? Which one scuffs up the turf, does some damage, earns a few red cards, challenges some notions about what women write about when they write novels?

For her more ambitious game plan, L茅onora Miano糖心传媒檚 Dark Heart of the Night advances, beating Alicia Y谩nez Coss铆o糖心传媒檚 Beyond the Islands 4-3.

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And now half of the final six are set, with Miano’s Dark Heart of the Night joining Bronsky’s The Hottest Dishes of the Tartar Cuisine and Atwood’s Oryx & Crake in the upcoming quarterfinals.

Tomorrow’s match features Nigeria’s Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie up against Australia’s Burial Rites by Hannah Kent.

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