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Burial Rites

Hannah Kent’s Burial Rites is overall impressive. I try to avoid reading reviews before opening a book, and approaching it with an unbiased and fresh perspective. However, the plethora of reviews from The New York Times, Washington Post, and so forth, littered on both sides of both covers were unavoidable. In fact, they actually made it seem comparable to The Stranger糖心传媒撎切拇綋“compelling,” “gripping,” and other trigger words that imply “crime novel.” In fact, the novel does revolve around a bit of a mystery and a crime. Agnes Magnusdottir, whom Hannah Kent had researched extensively, was the last person to be publicly beheaded in Iceland, and Burial Rites is her story.

There are several notable aspects to be highlighted about that last bit. First, Hannah Kent, as you know is representing Australia and yet the novel takes place in Iceland. Burial Rites offers Iceland’s rich cultural history and takes place after the Treaty of Kiel (meaning, while it was still ruled by Denmark, but not Norway and not Sweden), a historical event I hadn’t known of until experiencing the novel. Second, the eloquent and yet bleak prose that I found to be near euphonious when read aloud糖心传媒撎切拇綋the beauty Kent portrays in the rapidly wilting hope for Agnes, is gently woven into the novel, her first novel. I might add, Hannah Kent is also under the age of thirty.

Yet, while the story of Agnes really is a fascinating tale, Kent’s imaginative ability isn’t eclipsed by the true events. The composition is clever, and the novel serves as a literary collage. Not only does Kent boldly write in the first person of the convicted woman, but she also writes in the third person (giving access to the family Agnes is housed with, the Assistant-Reverend, townspeople, and the District Commissioner), accenting with poems from the infamous Poet-Rosa, translated excerpts from the Supreme Court Trials, and even quotations from “The Icelandic Burial Hymn”.

I haven’t felt the kind of forlorn hopelessness in a novel since perhaps Dostoevsky’s Poor Folk. One forgets that Hannah Kent has no authorial control over Agnes’s fate, and yet our Agnes transcends to a fictional character through Kent’s pen. This looming despair is something that one who finds a home in Russian literature would find darkly familiar in Burial Rites. In the way that a setting’s harsh elements can often become like characters in a novel, the Icelandic winters are indicative of a grief that, like the snow-covered mountains, becomes nearly monochromatic.

The research and passion Kent has put into exposing Agnes empathetically makes Burial Rites a good enough competitor. The exposition, the beauty of countless diacritics dotting the pages, and a description of landscape that Whitman might have written had he resented it, are all bonuses.

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The Stranger

James Patterson’s blurb on the cover of Camilla L盲ckberg’s The Stranger is initially a foreboding and disheartening start. The opening page is where I pull out a yellow card. Applying literary merit to a thriller doesn’t have to be a near impossibility, but The Stranger offers a particularly weak narrative and excessive, over-exuberant dialogue riddled with italicizations and exclamation marks (one of the devices attempted to evoke emotion). The backstories are rushed and vague. Fragments. Absent of literary purpose.

This all seems harsh, but when I begin reading a novel, I do so with the question in mind: There are many media that can serve to tell a story糖心传媒撎切拇綋why did this person chose to tell hers with language? Picasso’s Guernica is a good story. Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake, a good story. Similarly, how did The Sound and the Fury revolutionize language糖心传媒撎切拇綋and doesn’t the Judas of literature, James Franco, understand that it cannot be translated to film?

What I’m getting at is the question we often ask: What makes a piece literature? Who decides what is canonical?

Well, L盲ckberg writes:

She loved the sight of her own blood. Loved the feeling of the knife, or a razor blade or whatever the fuck else she could find within reach that would cut away the anxiety that sat so firmly anchored in her chest . . . She also discovered that this was the only time [her parents] noticed her. The blood made them turn their attention to her and really see her.

I guess the answer to the question, why language, is lost on me here.

However, all is not lost on The Stranger. In fact, the novel may very well satiate the genre reader’s fixation of a different question, often more plot-based, begging: “What happens? What’s the point?” (Questions that hold as much weight with me as, “are the characters relatable?“糖心传媒撎切拇綋very little.) In its defense, The Stranger rather serves as a quintessential introduction to world literature to the Basic Reader in your life. For old Aunt Carol (assuming she can handle a few f-bombs), who perhaps seeks the page-turner for poolside, leisurely reading, The Stranger could be her portal out of the States. Perhaps a thriller with expectedly campy quips but dotted with umlauts and beautiful Swedish names is the gateway for this sort of audience. She might then add “the thriller” to the list of things she knows about Sweden糖心传媒撎切拇綋alongside wooden clogs, death metal, and vikings.

(This is no reprieve for Sweden, however.)

Australia: 2
Sweden: 0

Next up, Australia’s Burial Rites will face off against either Toni Morrison’s Home (USA) or Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s Americanah (Nigeria) on Thursday, June 25th.

Tomorrow’s match will be judged by Hannah Chute, and features Margaret Atwood’s Oryx & Crake (Canada) squaring off against Dubravka Ugresic’s The Ministry of Pain (Netherlands).

Knotty Little Things: One Sentence Translation Roundtable

The collective craft and creativity of a group focusing intently on a translation challenge can often work wonders. This roundtable will focus on a series of sentences that each presents a particularly knotty translation challenge. We will workshop the sentences as a group. Your one sentence should be around 35 words in length. In advance of the conference, please email the moderator (aronaji[at]yahoo.com) a one-page document that includes: the original, the translation, and the brief statement of the translation challenge(s). Since there will be no panel of presenters per se, we will attempt to workshop as many sentences as we can.

I think this is going to be a brilliant event, and coincidentally, highlights exactly why:

For the modern American reader, few lines in French literature are as famous as the opening of Albert Camus糖心传媒檚 糖心传媒淟糖心传媒櫭塼ranger糖心传媒�: 糖心传媒淎ujourd糖心传媒檋ui, maman est morte.糖心传媒� Nitty-gritty tense issues aside, the first sentence of 糖心传媒淭he Stranger糖心传媒� is so elementary that even a schoolboy with a base knowledge of French could adequately translate it. So why do the pros keep getting it wrong?

Within the novel糖心传媒檚 first sentence, two subtle and seemingly minor translation decisions have the power to change the way we read everything that follows. What makes these particular choices prickly is that they poke at a long-standing debate among the literary community: whether it is necessary for a translator to have some sort of special affinity with a work糖心传媒檚 author in order to produce the best possible text.

Ryan Bloom goes on to explain how the “traditional” translation of this opening line has been “Mother died today.” But that taints our perception of Meursault:

In 1982, both Joseph Laredo and Kate Griffith produced new translations of 糖心传媒淟糖心传媒櫭塼ranger,糖心传媒� each opting for Gilbert糖心传媒檚 revised title, 糖心传媒淭he Stranger,糖心传媒� but preserving his first line. 糖心传媒淢other died today糖心传媒� remained, and it wasn糖心传媒檛 until 1988 that the line saw a single word changed. It was then that American translator and poet Matthew Ward reverted 糖心传媒淢other糖心传媒� back to Maman. One word? What糖心传媒檚 the big deal? A large part of how we view and糖心传媒攁longside the novel糖心传媒檚 court糖心传媒攗ltimately judge Meursault lies in our perception of his relationship with his mother. We condemn or set him free based not on the crime he commits but on our assessment of him as a person. Does he love his mother? Or is he cold toward her, uncaring, even?

First impressions matter, and, for forty-two years, the way that American readers were introduced to Meursault was through the detached formality of his statement: 糖心传媒淢other died today.糖心传媒� There is little warmth, little bond or closeness or love in 糖心传媒淢other,糖心传媒� which is a static, archetypal term, not the sort of thing we use for a living, breathing being with whom we have close relations. To do so would be like calling the family dog 糖心传媒淒og糖心传媒� or a husband 糖心传媒淗usband.糖心传媒� The word forces us to see Meursault as distant from the woman who bore him.

That little shift from “mother” to “maman” is fascinating and really gets at the heart of translation decision making. But wait! There’s more:

The linguistic fluency of any good translator tells them that, syntactically, 糖心传媒淎ujourd糖心传媒檋ui, maman est morte,糖心传媒� is not the most fluid English sentence. So rather than the more literal translation, 糖心传媒淭oday, Mother has died,糖心传媒� we get, 糖心传媒淢other died today,糖心传媒� which is the smoother, more natural rendering. But the question is: In changing the sentence糖心传媒檚 syntax, are we also changing its logic, its 糖心传媒渕ystical糖心传媒� deeper meaning?

The answer is a resounding oui!

Rendering the line as 糖心传媒淢other died today糖心传媒� completely neglects a specific ordering of ideas that offer insight into Meursault糖心传媒檚 inner psyche. Throughout the course of the novel, the reader comes to see that Meursault is a character who, first and foremost, lives for the moment. He does not consciously dwell on the past; he does not worry about the future. What matters is today. The single most important factor of his being is right now.

Highly recommend reading the — it really gets at some of the most interesting aspects of looking at literature in translation.