Showing posts with label obsessive sentececraft. Show all posts
Showing posts with label obsessive sentececraft. Show all posts

Thursday, May 17, 2012

When translating Camus, obsess Freud-like with Meursault's maman

Translating the first line of Camus' "L'Etranger" makes for an interesting article in this week's New Yorker. The various variants run generally close to "Mom died today" and the magazine's focus on the familiarity and untranslatability of the French "maman" distracts from the other, to Me more-important, aspect of the French choice of auxiliary verbs.