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Book Review – The Philosophy of Translation

The cover of The Philosophy of Translation. It is a white cover with a black asterisk-like mark. The title is written in white on the black. The author's name is written in black at the bottom.

The Philosophy of Translation
by Damion Searls
Yale University Press

I learned about this book from a post on Bluesky, which included the a quote about translation as reading that sparked something in my brain. I had to read more, because I personally view translation as exactly that: I read the text in Japanese, understand it to the best of my ability, and then write my understanding in English. Here, I thought, was someone who not only understood translation the way I do, but who had a career’s worth of experience and the academic training to articulate it in ways I did not. It filled me with hope that I was perhaps not utterly unfounded in my approach to this work.

When I did get my hands on the book, I was not disappointed.

Searls divides this book roughly in half. Indeed, you could say the first half is “philosophy,” and the second is “translation.” He begins with a historical review of theories and approaches to translation, from the Latin roots of the word itself to German Romanticist views of language. He does get quite deep into the weeds, with elevated language and heavy ideas, but he clearly explains not only the meaning and importance of the language an ideas, but why he’s engaging with them.

It’s a refreshing style of academic book that not only maintains rigor, but opens the gate to those without steeping in the particular obfuscated style that plagues academic writing. It is challenging while remaining accessible, in other words.

But most important of all, it is thoroughly rooted in actual translation. Searls brings all the theoretical discussion back to what real, working translators do, not only in the literary realm but in the practical, business-focused work that most people use to pay the bills. The balance is delicate but solid, which is what is most impressive about the book.

All that being said, what takes this book from being a well-written academic treatise on translation and something that I would recommend to anyone even tangentially involved with translation as a practice (academics, budding translators, authors whose books are being translated, game developers looking into localization, the list goes on) is how it reframes the act itself in new words and ideas that just make beautiful, crystalline sense.

Rather than focusing on the common ideas of “fidelity/faithfulness,” freedom, or even accuracy, he talks about translation as an act of reading.

When I’m translating, I’m just reading-trying to pick up on as much as I can of the original utterance, its meaning and sound and allusions and tone and point of view and emotional impact. As I register what I feel is most important and indispensable, I try to write that indispensable thing in English; then, in revising, I reactivate the reading part of my mind and try to anticipate as much as I can of what an English-language reader with no access to the original will pick up on.

(page 224)

This is really the crux of the book, though the discussion of translating “utterance” rather than “words” also rings true. On page 107, for example, he says “To think of what we translate as ‘utterances’ sweeps away a huge amount of lexical analysis, because we don’t translate words of a language, we translate uses of language.” Thus, issues of “accuracy” are less important than issues of “communication.” When we translate, are we bringing the message/impact/effect/resonance that was actually vital in the original to the new audience?

Which, again, brings us back to reading. Because it is only by reading that the translator knows what is vital in the text, what Searls sometimes calls the “force” of it, to be able to bring it to the new audience. As such, rather than faithfulness to any monumental, immutable “original,” translation is always a question of how the translator read, and how they managed to share their reading with their new audience.

[…] [W]hat’s important to preserve depends on what the translator finds in the original-how the translator reads. Everyone thinks … that they’re “following the original,” but they’re working from different originals: each is trying to produce a text that matches, or does the same as (has the same force as), not the source text but his or her reading of the source text. Even the least literal translations, the most wildly divergent “imitations” or “reimaginings,” try to stay true to whatever ineffable aspect of the original’s vibe the writer of the new version feels they are taking up. That is why there is no objectively best translation, one that is “closest” to “the” original, as talk about faithfulness falsely implies.

(p. 195)

One of the things that has always struck me about translation is how every act of reading is different, no matter the language. Every person brings their own filters to reading (and listening and talking and writing). I am no different. So, whenever a translator experiences a text then takes that experience into a new language for new readers, inevitably, that new text will be colored by their filters. Our job, then, is to expand those filters, to be able to grasp as much of the text as we can, to bring all of that with us when we translate. But also, we need to accept that we will never encompass everything that the original was or potentially could be. All we can do is be the clearest filters we can. Searls, of course, puts it much better:

[W]hat I think a translation should be: Attentive to how the translating language works, overriding any demand for “equivalence” with how the original language works. Keeping in mind and keeping to heart the interests of readers, the author, and the author’s ideas. (This, by the way, is how we use the word “interests” in English.) Feeling some responsibility to enable, or at the very least try to enable, the original author and their new readers to interact with one another at their respective best. An act of care, and ultimately love.

(page 194)

And really, I’m not sure I can add anything else.

There is much more to this book. His formulation of translation in terms of arcs/arrows is fascinating, as well, and I think the practical examples are all excellent sources of education and rumination.

I honestly can’t recommend it enough to anyone even remotely interested in the theory, work, and indeed love of translation.

Book Review – 6 by Nashi

The cover of the book 6 by Nashi. It is in Japanese, and features a white base with many figures like mannequins falling through space.
In the background you can just glimpse the pink face of the video game character Kirby.
Kirby likes this book.

As I become more and more a “literary” translator, I find myself beginning to approach reading as a professional duty, even as I remain steadfastly fixated on choosing books that I think will actually be interesting. This book, a collection of horror stories by a single author, was solidly on both sides of that equation. Japan is in the middle of a bit of a horror story boom, due in no small part to Uketsu’s success, and given my own connection to Uketsu now, I’m kind of in a horror boom, too. With publishers on both sides of the Pacific now plumbing the genre for the Next Big Thing, I am trying to keep up myself to see if I can spot something interesting.

Nashi is an author often associated with Uketsu in the media, it seems, along with Sesuji. One reason might be that they all use pseudonyms with seemingly random meanings. Nashi uses the Japanese character for “pear,” 梨, although there is a stated nod to another character with the same pronunciation, 無し, which means “nothing.” Which would be suitably “horror-esque” on its own, but having read 6, I wonder if there isn’t some other meaning.

This anthology is, in its own way, utterly unique while also being part of a tradition of literature that goes back basically as far as literate goes. In short, it is religious allegory as entertainment fiction. Yes, this thin tome of horror stories follows in the footsteps of Milton and, um, C. S. Lewis? Anyway.

Let’s pull back a minute. 6 comprises six stories, of course. They appear, at first, unconnected, but much like other recent horror hits, there are threads that join them that only become clear as you read further. The story names are all in the Roman alphabet, and contain hints to both their individual content and to the larger meaning of the book. The stories are ROOFy, FIVE by five, FOURierists, THREE times three, TWOnk, and ONE [sic, sic, sic after sic]. Now, I would say the pattern is clear except for ROOFy, which I can’t for the life of me connect to “six.” Even in Japanese, it would be roku or ro. But hey, the world is a flexible place. **EDIT** I finally reached out to the author to sort this out, and I can’t believe that I missed the central metaphor of the book’s structure: elevators. This elevator starts at the roof and takes you to the basement! I can’t believe I missed that for so long.

ROOFy is a nightmare fairy tale, a story in the first person about a young girl who visits a little amusement park on the rooftop of a department store. She wishes she could play there forever without all the other people in the way and, when she comes out of the bathroom, it seems her wish has come true. Her parents are gone, as are all the other children. She has the park to herself… But then it begins to change. It is filled with decay and corruption, and… Well, no spoilers.

FIVE by five presents the story of a magazine writer who disappears and leaves behind stories with odd changes, and the editor who is tracking the reporter’s steps to see what might have happened to him. His investigation takes him to a mountain town with odd stone towers bearing metal antennae along the road, and glimpses of an eerie truth.

As the other stories progress, we find more connections to this disappeared writer and the impact on the editor, but what comes even more clear is something… Other. Because these aren’t just horror stories skirting around the pseudo-documentary style that has grown so common now. They are clear, open Buddhist allegory. The six stories address the Six Realms of Samsara: the realm of gods, the realm of demigods (or asura), the realm of humans, the realm of animals, the realm of hungry ghosts, and the realm of hell. It is a trip through the realms, woven with a story about an impossible death (really. Not, like, in the mystery sense), and a break in the order of the universe. The stories themselves openly mention Samsara and the six realms, so the allegory is pretty on the nose, but for someone who grew up outside the Buddhist tradition, it’s fascinatingly unfamiliar ground.

It is, in other words, heavy, heady stuff. It is also properly “horror” in the traditional sense, but the way this book haunts me is not in the scary stuff. No, it’s the way it presents an almost nihilistic (nihil meaning, of course, “nothing”, which is also one way of understanding liberation from worldly desires in Buddhism, or becoming “Nothing”—See?) view of the Buddhist cosmology. Because the core of Buddhist belief is freedom from the wheel of samsara, of escape from eternal rebirth in a cycle of suffering, but this story offers a counterpoint: a way of escape that breaks the wheel itself, upsetting the order and questioning the very possibility of liberation.

It deserves reading, in my opinion, and is worth it for both horror seekers and those interested in meatier, chewier problems like “What does living even mean if death is not just inevitable, it is inevitable an infinite number of times?”

I’m feeling like this isn’t so much a review as me just meandering about the book. But I am glad I read it, and I will read it again, and it was pretty creepy and chilling in parts, so I think it’s a recommendation for those who like reading that sort of thing. Maybe I’ll even try to see if someone wants to pay for it to be translated?

Tsurezure #11 – Autumn Musings

I seem to be catching up on myself with these posts (and messing up the numbering) but here is another of my Japanese language columns for the Setouchi Times newspaper. It’s about autumn in Japan versus autumn in my home. It’s a bit of fluff, but sometimes that’s all right.

A bonfire of paper lanterns on a dark autumn night.

秋について

秋が大好きです。「春か秋か」どちらがが好きかと聞かれれば春が勝つかもしれませんが必ずしもそうとは言えません。日本の秋は「食欲の秋」として美味しい食材がいっぱいですし涼しい天気で外遊びも楽しいです。もちろん紅葉の景色は良いシャッターチャンスを与えてくれます。

アメリカに住んでいた時でも秋が大好きでしたが理由がちょっと違います。

アメリカ・カンザス州の秋は日本と同じように収穫の季節で紅葉もあって、暑い夏が終わり外の天気が涼やかになる季節です。収穫祭的なサンクスギビング(感謝の日)はアメリカ人にとってクリスマスの次に大切な祝日であり11月にあります。

でも日本と違って欧米の秋も恐怖の季節です。秋とは世の中のあらゆる物が死んでいく時期なのです。木の葉が枯れて散り、たくさんの鳥が渡っていなくなり、いろんな動物も冬眠等して見えなくなります。太陽の光も弱っていく感じで徐々に寒くなって日が短くなります。そしてもちろんハロウィーンがあります。

大昔、ハロウィーンは子供にお菓子を配る日ではなくスピリチュアル的な祭日でした。古代の信仰では11月1日は新年が始まる日で、その前の夜にはこの世と霊界の間の壁が開けて、亡くなった方の霊が自由に行き来が出来ました。その霊がいたずらのしないように各家庭では美味しいものを玄関前において満足に食べさせたという説もあります。

長い年月を経て欧米のハロウィーンが変化して今は二面があります。一つは単純に楽しい祭日的なことです。

その信仰深い祝日が近代のワイワイ的なハロウィーンに進化しました。怖いコスプレをしている子供たちがいたずらしないようにおいしお菓子を配って楽しいことばかりになりました。

でも、まだまだ霊的な実質的に怖い面も残っています。日本の夏みたいに怪談を語る会もあります。ホラー映画は10月中にテレビに放送され映画館でも上映されます。

僕は怖い事が大好きな少年でした。(今はちょっと弱虫になったけど、まだまだ気味が悪い話が好きとも言えます…)ホラー小説を毎日のように読んでいてホラー映画を一人でドキドキしながら見ていました。なので秋は本当に自分に合っていたといつも感じていました。

日本に住み始めたころ夏は怖い季節という事にちょっと違和感がありましたが年を取るとやはり日本の秋の雰囲気が好きだなと思うようになりました。

だって、焼きいもと栗ご飯がぶち美味いんです!!

Translating Strange Pictures

Strange Pictures, my translation of 変な絵 by Uketsu, was published January 16 in both the United Kingdom and the United States. The two versions are the same translation but tweaked for local audiences a bit. Interestingly, the UK version is being marketed as a mystery, while the US is leaning more towards horror. Both are perfectly correct, because Uketsu calls himself a horror writer while clearly using mystery styles and tropes in the books.

The UK cover for Strange Pictures from Pushkin Vertigo

With the release of this book a bit behind us, I’d like to discuss a couple of issues that I dealt with in the translation. Before we go on, let me just say that some of these are spoilery, so PLEASE. If you haven’t read the book yet, save this post for after that.

US cover for Strange Pictures from HarperVia

**Spoilers for Strange Pictures Ahead! You have been warned!**

The first tricky issue that comes to mind when I look back on translating Strange Pictures deals with the second chapter, centered on young Konno Yuta. Within the story, Yuta is learning to write his name in Japanese characters, “kanji,” for the first time. That stirs a memory of seeing his mother’s gravestone, and he starts to draw that gravestone, but changes his mind and converts it to a picture of the apartment building where he lives now with his grandmother—his “mama.” That picture starts out with a large rectangle in which he begins to draw his family name in Japanese: 今野. A fellow student later tells the teacher she saw him draw “A triangle inside a rectangle.” Looking at the first character, of course, you can see the triangle at the top.

Now, how do do all this in English? Well, I kept the Japanese. Indeed, since the reader doesn’t need to READ the Japanese, only see the shape of the character, it seemed obvious. Particularly since the child wrote his name in crayon on the picture, so it’s already evident to readers. I’m hoping that it doesn’t confuse anyone. But we shall see!

The second issue was, well, trickier. It involves the name of a blog that comes up in the very first chapter, and gets a call back at the end. The blog in Japanese is 七篠レン こころの日記, Nanashi Ren kokoro no nikki. It translates to something like “Nanashi Ren’s Diary of the Heart.” The problem is the personal name: Nanashi Ren. This is both a pun, as “Nanashi” can also mean “No-name” AND it turns out very late in the book to be a little trick related to the core mystery.

The trick is complex and based on the fact that in Japanese, there are three writing systems. Kanji are Chinese characters, complex figures that can have both a meaning and a number of “readings,” meaning the pronunciation attached to them. Then there are hiragana, a phonetic system used to write out the readings of words, without the kanji there to carry extra meaning. Finally, there are katakana, a similar system to hiragana that is visually different and used for, well, various purposes to stand out from hiragana.

Hiragana themselves are made of up a few strokes that come together to form characters, but can also sometimes resemble other characters.

It works like this: In the original Japanese, the actual author of the blog is Konno Takeshi 今野武司、or こんのたけし in Hiragana. He creates a pseudonym by breaking the elements of those hiragana up into parts that resemble other hiragana or katakana, mixing them up, and making a new name to which he matches a kanji. There’s a diagram in the original that makes it easier to parse, but it’s super complex and OBVIOUSLY impossible to do in English.

I mean, to be honest, it barely works as a “trick” in Japanese. No one would ever figure it out without being told, because it’s just too complex and arbitrary. It also only fits part of the actual title in Japanese. It’s one of those things that seems incredibly clever after the fact, but nothing within the book itself could guide readers to it.

So, after hours, days, weeks of going back and forth over it, I finally decided with the editor at Pushkin, and Uketsu’s blessing, that we should just use an anagram. Then, having decided that, we couldn’t find any satisfactory anagram using Takeshi Konno. At which point, the editor at Harper Via chimed with with the idea of using some other Japanese name, and with Uketsu said OK. So, that’s how Nanashi Ren Kokoro no Nikki written by Konno Takeshi became Oh No, Not Raku! written by Haruto Konno.

Tsurezure #9 – Crested Kingfisher

The next in my newspaper column series is about my finally successful search for a crested kingfisher, or ヤマセミ in Japanese. It’s an elusive bird that seems to be only active in the early morning, so it took a while to get a picture. But I did, and I was glad to do it. They’re lovely birds, big and smooth.

Here are some pictures.


やっと、ヤマセミ

以前、瀬戸内タイムスさんの記事で触れましたが僕は野鳥観察・撮影が好きです。日常な生活のついでに見たり撮ったりがほとんどです。鳥を探すためにわざわざ旅に出たりすることは滅多にないことですがヤマセミはちょっと違います。

以前、周防の森ロッジさんで野鳥観察イベントに参加しました。その周辺には「ヤマセミ」と言う珍しい鳥がいると聞いて興味が沸きました。

僕はよく島田川の河口辺りで散歩をします。その時一番楽しいのはカワセミがいる事です。カワセミが小さくあまり珍しくない鳥ですが非常に綺麗で面白いんです。色が鮮やかな青緑色と赤色で動きも早く、小さな魚を捕るときの目つきがかわいいです。すっかり「カワセミファン」になったのでヤマセミがカワセミの仲間なら是非見たいと思いました。

ですが見つけるのは思った以上に大変でした。周防の森ロッジさんの近く旭橋近くに1・2羽がいると聞きましたが、この近年では工事の為にずっと隠れているらしいです。それで出てくる時間帯が限られているし警戒心が強いので、すぐ逃げるらしいです。

それでも、ちょっと時間が出来た時に行ってみました。6か月の間に5回程いって朝・昼・夕方もチャレンジしました。そうすると朝方はよくほかの鳥ファンもいて「鳥情報」を聞くこともできてそれはそれで楽しかったです。でもなかなか目的は得られなかったです。

ところがつい先日、できました。見ました。1週間前は昼頃いってみたら近くの草刈り作業している地元の方がとても優しく話してくれました。「作業で撮影の邪魔をしてごめんね」と言って下さり(笑)「ヤマセミなら朝6時半頃じゃないとダメだよ」と教えてくれました。実はご本人がその日も見たそうです。

そこで確信しました。週末なら5時半に起きて、できるだけ早く旭橋で待機しようと。

金曜日の夜はカメラを準備して土曜日の朝、妻を起こさないようにそっとそっと起き上がりました。簡単な支度をして出発。6時過ぎに到着して椅子とカメラをセット。そして、待つ。早朝の澄んだ空気がおいしかったです。いろんな鳥の声を聴きながら、涼しい朝を満喫しました。

でも、待つ。

1時間も待ったところで「ま、今日もだめかな...」と思った時に何かがきた。

白っぽい、まあまあ大き目と体の鳥が水面近くに飛んできました。動きがカワセミに似たように見えましたが、もっと大きかったです。

いまだ!とおもって連写でカメラを向けました。

確かにヤマセミでした。下流方面からきて一瞬旭橋の上にとまって、それでまた下流方面に去っていきました。竹林で止まったら特徴の冠羽を見せました。

遠くて比較的に小さい鳥なので持っているレンズがちょっと足りませんでしたが80連写の中で2・3枚も綺麗に撮れました。

本当に良かったです。オマケに帰りでいつもの島田川の河口周辺に寄り、カワセミのいい写真も撮れました。

やっと、ヤマセミを見られて本当に良かったです。野鳥観察って楽しいよ!