Fernando Pessoa’s Disappearing Act (2017)
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The big names in Brazil are of course Machado de Assis, Jorge Amado and Clarice Lispector (very abstract). Paulo Coelho does not count.
In Portugal, there's Fernando Pessoa and José Saramago.
Who else would folks recommend?
[1] https://www.newyorker.com/books/second-read/rediscovering-on...
Of the wider Lusophone world I would also recommend Mozambique's Mia Couto.
I'd describe the style as being akin to stream of consciousness, but with a somewhat jumbled sentence structure on top. Of course, I use the term 'jumbled', but I'm sure it's intentional, and it does have a striking effect because of that.
The beginning of the book (first 100 pages) is really hard, mostly because it use words that are not commonly used nowadays but also because some of the words are written as spoken. Some people like to read it loud because of this. I've tried myself for some paragraphs and it really made sense to me :)
To add to this, in Spanish the title is translated so that it loses all sense of being a pun: "La importancia de llamarse Ernesto". "Ernesto" in Spanish has no correlation with "earnestness", it doesn't sound the same as the Spanish concept, and in general, the title doesn't sound like a pun.
Spanish translators often add a footnote saying something like "this is an untranslatable play on words in the original English".
From another perspective -- there is a lyric in the song Shiny, in Moana, going c'est la vie, mon ami. That's not actually English. How do you translate it from English? This line was translated into Russian as c'est la vie, mon ami. Russians can be expected to be familiar with French, at least at this level. Languages at a greater cultural distance -- including Vietnamese -- don't translate it at all. Intriguingly, the line was translated into French as c'est la vie, mon ami. This preserves the meaning perfectly -- it's more accessible to the French audience than it is to the American audience! -- but it completely loses whatever the implication was of saying the line in French as part of otherwise English dialogue.
It's very difficult to translate anything that simultaneously expresses multiple things. You're doing well when you preserve a single aspect of the original.
Part of the problem with Grande Sertão: Veredas is that it is has a very inventive, very oral aesthetics that is based on a local dialect and a culture that is unknown (except very superficially) to most of its readers even in Brazil. The burden on a translator to transfer all of that to the foreign reader is immense.
>Vini, Vidi, vici
>I came, I saw, I conquered.
Notice Latin doesn't require the pronoun I. But literally translating "Came,saw, conquered" sounds like it was written by a petulant 14 year old. Secondly, Caesar's clauses are a nice triplet of two syllables. The English version does pretty well there, until it reaches "conquered," which throws the rhythm off. I said it was a stupid example, because the English translates pretty well IMO, but hopefully I demonstrated the difficult work of the translator.
Off the top of my head, I think these would be tough to translate.
-Shakespeare. Too many puns, and the meter is tied to a rhythm natural to English. All poetry is difficult really.
-Huckleberry Finn. Heavy dialect, which often involves the racial prejudices of the time. How can you translate that part? Nothing will be as disrespectful as the word is in English. Furthermore, how do you translate something like: >It must a been close on to one o’clock Do you preserve the grammar error? What's the difference between "close" and "close on"?
-Faulkner. Same as Twain, plus some very heavy rhetoric.
-Joyce. Same as Faulkner, but more puns, heavier rhetoric. If there's anything harder to translate than Finnegans Wake, let me know.
-Gadsby. This book does not contain the letter E! E is the most common vowel in English, but it's not in many other languages. Is the translator "cheating" if constrains the same letter? Amazingly this problem has been tackled in the translation of a different book, La Disparation, a French novel also without any e's either. The English translation, A Void, avoids the character too. However, omitting the E would be too easy in Russian, so that version doesn't contain any O's.
Fair warning: the book gets a bit dark in parts (he wrote it after his wife's death, and covers that a bit), but not overwhelmingly or throughout.
ETA: To address your original question, Hofstadter's book is organized around the challenge of translating "Ma mignonne", a very tight little French poem by Clément Marot (hence the book title), and goes into great detail about the challenges it presents, with lots of different approaches and translations. He talks about many other significant challenges to the translator -- the one that comes to mind is La disparition by Georges Perec[1] -- a novel famously written without appearance of the letter e. It was translated into English by Gilbert Adair as A Void -- also lacking that most common of glyphs. Other unpublished e-less translations exist, as well.
A few examples come to mind:
Ulysses by James Joyce
Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
Naked Lunch by William Burroughs
The stream-of-consciousness style of flowing sentences, how the author plays with language, exotic or made-up words, sounds, subconscious associations - all contribute to a very challenging translation, I imagine.
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Edit: Oh, I'm a couple days late in replying, and others have mentioned similar works of literature.
- Eça de Queiroz (my favourite)
- António Lobo Antunes
- Miguel Sousa Tavares
- José Luís Peixoto
- José Rodrigues dos Santos
However except for Eça, not sure how many of them might have their work translated into other languages.
"Please don't post shallow dismissals, especially of other people's work. A good critical comment teaches us something."
That unfortunately leads us to other philosophical questions, though.
To your wife's excellent list I would add Fernando Pessoa a prolific genius and also Jose Regio, who wrote, Cantigo Negro, my favorite Portuguese poem:
"come this way" — some say with sweet eyes opening their arms, and certain that it would be good if I would listen when they say: "come this way"! I look at them with languidly, (my eyes filled with irony and tiredness) and I cross my arms, and I never go that way... this is my glory: to create inhumanity! to accompany no one. — for I live with the same unwillingness with which i tore my mother's womb no, I won't go that way! I only go where my own steps take me... if to what I seek to know no one can answer why do you repeat: "come this way"?
I rather crawl thru muddy alleys, to whirl in the wind, like rags, to drag my bleeding feet, than to go that way... if I came to this world, it was only to deflower virgin forests, and to draw my own footsteps in the unexplored sand! all else I do is worth nothing.
how can you be the ones that give me impulses, tools and courage to overcome my own obstacles? the blood of our ancestors runs thru your veins, And you love what is easy! I love the Far and the Mirage, I loves the abysses, the torrents, the deserts...
go! you have roads, you have gardens, you have flower-beds, you have a nation, you have roofs, and you have rules, and treaties, and philosophers, and wise men. I have my Madness! I hold it high like a torch burning in the dark night, and I feel foam, and blood, and chants on my lips... God and the Devil guide me, no one else! everyone's had a father, everyone's had a mother; but I, who never begin or end, was born of the love between God and the Devil.
ah! don't give me sympathetic intentions! don't asks me for definitions! don't tells me: "come this way"! my life is a whirlwind that broke loose, it's a wave that rose. it's one more atom that ignited... I don’t know which way I’ll go, I don't know where I'm going to, - I know I'm not going that way!
Ibn Battuta looks pretty cool; thanks for mentioning.
The most insane and extreme adventure I have ever read is Cabeza de Vaca's Naufragios. Marooned in Florida with a few companions and one slave, and then himself enslaved by native americans (he famously quipped that his poor slave became a slave's slave), they ended up being the first europeans known to walk the US coast to coast, as a chaman with his entourage. A very resourceful man. His observations of the many american tribes he came across were a first, he had an anthropologist's outlook. A short but intense book.
Something that plays a role is how the book looks like, there are some copies closer to our days that kind of preserve the form, but update the orthography, while others are just as they were written originally.
So one gets to decipher stuff like effe => esse.
If you like police stories, Patrícia Melo is really good.
- Vergílio Ferreira - Miguel Torga - Gonçalo M Tavares - Eugénio de Andrade (poetry) - Sophia de Mello Breyner (poetry)
- Valter Hugo Mãe
- Gonçalo M. Tavares
- Raduan Nassar
- Rubem Fonseca
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