Vorspeisenplatte

Morgens München.

Abends Aachen (beruflich).

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Tetiana Savchynska erzählt:
“Ishiguro Before and After: On Translating a Nobel Laureate into Ukrainian”.

As fate would have it, I heard the news about Ishiguro’s Nobel Prize the week I was proofreading my translation of The Buried Giant. I remember sitting down to begin my work, my heart pounding with excitement. It was in that moment that I realized: I was no longer translating Ishiguro’s novel into Ukrainian, I was creating a Ukrainian answer to the question of why this year’s Nobel Prize winner — among dozens of other candidates — was worthy of the most prestigious literary award in the world.

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In one of his own interviews Ishiguro mentioned that he always writes with translators in mind. “I want my words to survive translation,” he said. “I know when I write a book now I will have to go and spend three days being intensely interrogated by journalists in Denmark or wherever. That fact, I believe, informs the way I write — with those Danish journalists leaning over my shoulder.”

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Blogs “Everybody has a voice”. Mit der richtigen Stimme interessieren mich auch Familiengeschichten – wie die hier von Vater Mierau:
“Über Esel, Matsch und mein Snoop Dogg Moment in Bochum”.

Meine Lieblingsstelle:

fraumierau wird endlich mit den Kindern abgeholt. Der Sohn des Bauern kommt hinzu. In „Männer stehen um ein Auto und fachsimpeln“-Situationen bin ich ja nicht ganz so textsicher und nicke dann eher zustimmend. Egal, zu was.