So I went down to London this weekend for the Literature Weekend and had a really good time. The first night we went to see Kitty Garden play an acoustic set in a variety of languages. There was a great atmosphere- the venue was this little dark room off an alley that seemed very fitting. The next night Monooka’s Caravan played a more lively set. Led by a Romanian gypsy (who looked every inch the part), the band consisted of double bass, guitar and electric violin (who was incredible!) They did a mix of emotive ballads and some more energetic songs. There were also puppets. If you think I’m joking, I have proof.
It was really interesting to hear music in different languages, something I haven’t really experienced before, and definitely worth it.
We went to the Literary Kaffeeklatsch event, where two publishers held a discussion about their latest publications translated from foreign languages. The two short books were Beside The Sea and Down The Rabbit Hole. We were treated to brief excerts from each and they sounded intriguing. They both looked at parent-child relationships gone wrong due to a distorted perception of reality, and focused on the importance of strength of voice in a short book.
Afterwards there was a Live Translation event, held in the British Museum, where two English translators compared their interpretations of a German novelist’s work. Not even one line of the text was identical in the two translations, demonstrating what a difficult and variable task translating must be. The panel also discussed how faithful a translator should be to the original, how they made decisions concerning certain words or structures and the importance of accuracy balanced with a feel for the flow of the book. Google’s Babelfish translation showed how bad translation can be by lacking the common sense that a human translator uses automatically.
They talked about their experiences collaborating for a translation, and how this can be challenging. A close relationship with the author was considered an advantage to producing a good translation. The author, Daniel Kehlmann, who was also present, reported that he reads the first draft of his translators text and questions her over the parts where he feels she has not completely caught the meaning of what he wanted to say. Sometimes changes will be make, but ultimately the decision is in the hands of the translator. Kehlmann also mentioned the difficulty with translating humour into different languages, as well as the differences in using direct speech.
The event was very educational on the topic of translation, as well as being highly entertaining. I bought my first translation of a book by Cees Nooteboom, and am looking forward to reading it. The knowledge that it is not in its original language will make me wonder how different the text is, and what changes in nuance have been made. It is clear that translation is a personal exercise, yet how far does the responsibility for the book lie with the translator? In some way they have re-created the book, so what degree of ownership should be allocated to them?