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Sunday, April 8th, 2018
I am now starting chapter 9 in my reread of The New Life-- if memory (aided by blog) serves, this is as far as I ever got the first time I read it. In the past month or two I've read the first eight chapters in Spanish and then in English. Going forward, I'll be reading each chapter in one language and then the other. (Not really trying to compare the two translations here, I'm just looking to (a) improve my Spanish and (b) get a deeper understanding of the text.)
It is tempting to try to imagine myself in the shoes of the narrator -- as I am reading the book, I'm trying to identify the book I'm reading with the unnamed book that the narrator is reading, so that it will take me to a new level of perception (as it does I, the narrator). But I-the-reader am having some trouble figuring out what's the allure of reading such a book, joining such a peculiar society as those-who-have-read-and-understood "the book", it seems more an onerous burden than a blessing. But as I say I'm only less than halfway through currently. Keep waiting for Pamuk to tip his hat! :) Osman and Janan are meeting Dr. Fine/Delicado, author (IIUC) of the book (not super crazy about either translation, I guess the man's name is a Turkish word with that meaning and it's going to be important somehow to understanding the text, to get that pun) -- maybe they're (we're) going to get access to the supernatural reality of the book (the book).
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Saturday, March 24th, 2018
I watched the new Agnès Varda film for the second time last night. It is a gem.
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I've been reading Pamuk's The New Life, four chapters in now; here are a couple of headings.
- Wonder about class. Osman is an engineering student; does this mark his family (in 1990s Turkey) as wealthy? or at least as whatever the 1990s Turkey equivalent of upper-middle-class is? I'm wondering how he has the wherewithal to disappear for weeks of riding busses around Turkey, presumably eating and staying in hotels... In Chapter 4 he takes some money from his dead seatmate after the bus crashes, but this is after a long period in which money has not been mentioned. (Possibly this is the wrong approach, or not a useful approach, to an allegorical story.)
- The fascination with crashes and death is noteworthy. Wondering if it would be worth going back to Weisel's The Accident (which I read as a young man and have practically no memory of). This is a point of identification for me, my "new life" began after surviving an accident as a 13-year-old.
- The fascination with death is a point of comparison to Dante. Janan is comparable in some ways to Beatrice but her role is much different.
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Sunday, March 18th, 2018
Printed out my initial draft of the translation of "An Author in Search of Three Translators" this morning -- with the feeling that it's been too long a time since I did such a thing.
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Saturday, March 17th, 2018
Once upon a time, not so very long ago and yet not so recently, everything imitated everything else, and thus, if not for aging and death, man would've never been the wiser about the passage of time.
It seems to me like this blog came into its own when I started reading Snow in 2007. While I was reading My Name is Red (directly afterwards), I did a Google search for the lovely quote above concerning aging and death, and happened on Rafael Carpintero's overview of his translation workshop, "Un autor en busca de tres traductores". Alas the article was in Spanish, a language I did not know, at the time, sufficiently to follow the full article.Well in the intervening ten years I've learned Spanish and have had occasional success as a translator... I'm currently starting to read The New Life in Carpintero's Spanish translation, and was led back to "Un autor en busca de tres traductores" -- long story short, I've gotten in touch with Carpintero and have obtained his permission to translate the article!
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Thursday, March 15th, 2018
Pamuk takes his epigraph to The New Life from the first chapter of Novalis's Heinrich von Ofterdingen -- the passage in full,
Wo eigentlich nur der Fremde herkam? Keiner von uns hat je einen ähnlichen Menschen gesehn; doch weiß ich nicht, warum nur ich von seinen Reden so ergriffen worden bin; die andern haben ja das nämliche gehört, und keinem ist so etwas begegnet.
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Wow-- if my reactions to the initial few paragraphs of this book are any indication, I'm going to find rereading Pamuk in Spanish revelatory.
 The translation is by Rafael Carpintero, who I reckon is the main translator of Pamuk into Spanish -- I previously ran across his essay on Pamuk as "Un autor en busca de tres traductores", though that was before I could read Spanish, while I was reading My Name is Red. The essay is on page 83-85 of Vasos Comunicantes #36.
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Monday, March 12th, 2018
Fathom Events is going to be screening several Studio Ghibli movies in selected theaters in the US this year! Event page is here: Studio Ghibli Fest -- you can enter your zip code to find theaters near you. Looking forward to The Cat Returns next month in East Hanover!
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Saturday, March 10th, 2018
...[I]n the first place, do
you think that such as these see anything of themselves, or of
one another, but the shadows formed by the fire, falling on the
opposite part of the cave? How can they, said he, if through
the whole of life they be under a necessity, at least, of having
their heads unmoved? But what do they see of the things that
are carried by? Is it not the very same? Why not? If then they were able to converse with one another, do not you think
they would deem it proper to give names to those very things
which they saw before them? Of necessity they must. And
what if the opposite part of this prison had an echo, when any
of those who passed along spake, do you imagine they would
reckon that whatever spake was anything else than the passing
shadow? I do not, said he. Such as these then, said I, will
entirely judge that there is nothing true but the shadows of
utensils.
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Wondering why the Italian translation of Pamuk's The New Life is titled La Nuova Vita instead of La Vita Nuova... If both are correct Italian it seems weird not to make the reference explicit. Maybe Dante's word order is archaic?
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