Tony Malone听is an Australian reviewer of fiction in translation, whose site,听Tony糖心传媒檚 Reading List, has been providing reviews continuously since 2009. His main focus is on Japanese and Korean literature, and he has covered over a hundred titles in each of these areas. Between 2012 and 2019, he was a member of a Shadow Panel working on the听Independent Foreign Fiction Prize听and then the听Man Booker International Prize, chairing the group for several years. In addition, in his free time he enjoys translating from the German, and English translations of short pieces by听Eduard von Keyserling,听Ricarda Huch,听补苍诲听Karoline von G眉nderrode听can also be found at his site.

听by Yoko Ogawa, translated from the Japanese by Stephen Snyder (Pantheon)听

To: the Person in charge at Middlebury College

Dear Dean/Professor/Academic Overlord (not sure how these things work at American universities)

I糖心传媒檓 writing about one of your employees, Stephen Snyder, who (according to your website) is dean of the Language Schools and vice president for academic affairs. But this doesn糖心传媒檛 really have anything to do with his Middlebury work, it糖心传媒檚 about his moonlighting as a literary translator, which I bet you糖心传媒檙e not all that keen on.

You see, a book he worked on, Y艒ko Ogawa糖心传媒檚 The Memory Police, has been longlisted for this year糖心传媒檚 Best Translated Book Award and (in my humble, well, not *that* humble opinion), it糖心传媒檚 the best book on the list and is bound to win. So, what does that have to do with *you*, I hear you asking (I have great hearing). Well, let me tell you about the book first.

The Memory Police is set on a mysterious island where an equally mysterious law enforcement body makes sure that everyone forgets what they糖心传媒檙e supposed to (quite why this happens no-one knows, but hey, don糖心传媒檛 mess with the Memory Police, right?). You wake up one morning, and suddenly hats are gone糖心传媒擶hat are hats?听 What糖心传媒檚 that thing on your head? You get my drift.

Anyway, the main character gets to know one of the few people who actually do remember when things are 糖心传媒渄isappeared,糖心传媒� and who don糖心传媒檛 really like having to burn or throw away all their stuff (I糖心传媒檓 sure you can sympathize, even from your imperial educational throne up there), and he tries to help her remember all the things that have disappeared. Not with much success, it has to be said, but you糖心传媒檝e got to give it a go, no?

So, on the one hand, what we have here is a great allegory of a totalitarian state, complete with cool boot-stomping policemen you could imagine in a Hollywood WWII movie (Jude Law? Rufus Sewell?), with the main character hiding the man with the memory away in a sort of mezzanine attic. The Diary of Anne Frank if you will, with more snow.

But, get this, that糖心传媒檚 not really what it糖心传媒檚 about. It糖心传媒檚 all really a metaphor (you do metaphors, yeah, even at your lofty galaxy-governing level?) for the tyranny of memory loss and the way thoughts slip out of our heads as we get older, never to return. And, as if that糖心传媒檚 not good enough, Ogawa does this really neat thing where the narrator is actually a writer and writes this totally cool story that kind of intertwines with what糖心传媒檚 happening in the outside (inside?) world. It makes more sense when you read it, trust me.

Sounds good? It is, an excellent story, great to read, thought-provoking and something I糖心传媒檇 recommend, even to a constellation-ruling university demigod like yourself. The longer it goes on, the less it makes sense (in a *good* way), but by the time you reach the end, you糖心传媒檒l know this is good shit (pardon my French), definitely a winner. Ask Steve, maybe he糖心传媒檒l give you a copy.

OK, so you糖心传媒檙e probably wondering why I糖心传媒檓 writing. Well, it糖心传媒檚 pretty simple. Old Snyderman (a personal nickname, I think it糖心传媒檒l catch on) is Ogawa糖心传媒檚 only translator into English, and so far he糖心传媒檚 managed to do five of her books. Problem is, she糖心传媒檚 written more than thirty . . . It糖心传媒檚 been more than a decade since he started on this, and well, if he carries on at the current rate, it糖心传媒檒l take another fifty years for him to get through the rest. I don糖心传媒檛 know about you, but I really don糖心传媒檛 want to have to wait that long.

So here糖心传媒檚 the thing糖心传媒攆ire the lazy bum. You can hire a younger, more industrious academic for less money (let糖心传媒檚 face it, there are a million post-docs out there just waiting for a job), and Stevie can get on with what he should be doing, translating Ogawa糖心传媒檚 books. It糖心传媒檚 a win-win situation, for me, for you, for Ogawa and for your legendary universe boss highness. You know it makes sense.

Hoping to hear from you soon.

Yours faithfully,

Tony Malone (of , it糖心传媒檚 a blog, check it out)

by Daniel Kehlmann, translated from the German by Ross Benjamin (Germany, Pantheon)

The premise of You Should Have Left is a familiar one, not all that different from The Shining: a writer and his family take vacation in an unsettling house in a secluded mountain locale, mainly in an effort to give a writer糖心传媒檚-block afflicted writer a chance to finally begin work again. Kehlmann defies any expectation of the familiar becoming boring in this short 107-page thriller. In Benjamin糖心传媒檚 translation the prose reads quickly, yet the pacing of the tension is slow, absorbing, but becomes perfectly frantic. It details a writer糖心传媒檚 mental unraveling, or the unraveling of reality in this house. We learn that he may not be the only person to lose his mind here, that this may be an ancient location of terror. Reflections in glass don糖心传媒檛 show what should be there, the house may not be a place he can leave, his wife may be cheating on him. Any of it may be real; all of it may be in his head. It is terrorizing for him, and he passes that terror to his family. It糖心传媒檚 dark and strange, reminiscent of the hit Netflix show, also German, Dark, with touches of Philip K. Dick, Lovecraft, and straight thrillers. Kehlmann masterfully builds a world and there is an unsettlingly self-aware main character. Natural, smooth prose is also disrupted by odd word choices and structure, an effective move by Kehlmann, captured by Benjamin, to add to the unsettled feel reading it. This makes for a bold statement and illustrates the madness of the novel, and the paradoxes of the storyline. As strange as a house which physically and metaphorically eats away at the inhabitant is, it all comes together and I couldn糖心传媒檛 leave, was forced, like the family, to see how it all unpleasantly and terrifyingly collides together.