The arrival of the month of May can only mean one thing: European Literature Night!
EUNIC and the European Writers‚Äô Tour, with additional support from the Czech Centre and Flanders House, organised this year‚Äôs event on May 10th. As always the British Library hosted the event whereby authors from continental Europe showcased their work translated into English. They read passages from their books in English and their own language. The readings were followed by a panel discussion with a Q&A session. Afterwards the audience was invited to buy the guest authors‚Äô books and have them signed.
So far, so traditional. However, this year saw some radical changes. There were three authors instead of six or eight, which did the authors more justice. It made the panel discussion possible, which wasn‚Äôt there in previous years. A smaller group of authors also made the event more intimate, and this was emphasised by the new location: not the big auditorium in the Knowledge Centre, but a cosy tent in front of it, on the Piazza.
Panel discussion at European Literature Night, Thursday 10 May 2018 at the British Library. From left to right: Peter Terrin, Sylva Fischerov√°, Meike Ziervogel, Scott Pack. Taken from EUNIC Twitter feed.
We had a new host: Scott Pack, who replaced the host for many years Rosie Goldsmith. She was still there, but rather enjoying the event, with a nice glass of wine. The theme of the evening was ‚ÄėIdentity‚Äô. The choice of authors obviously reflected this. All three authors share a ‚Äėmultifaceted‚Äô identity. Poet/philosopher Sylva Fischerova was born in what used to be Czechoslovakia and is now the Czech Republic. Nothing fundamental changed, life went on. People tell each other the story of the old woman who was born in the Austrian-Hungarian Empire, grew up in Germany, lived in the Soviet Union and died in Ukraine, never moving away from her home town. Borders don‚Äôt determine one‚Äôs identity.
Maybe language plays a more important part in ‚Äėidentity‚Äô than geographical borders.
Sylva objected to having her poetry translated into English. When her good friend Stuart Friebert offered to translate her poetry she dismissed it out of hand as being ‚Äėimpossible‚Äô, but eventually he persuaded her to give it a go. He then not only translated her poetry, but also commented on the poems themselves, sometimes resulting in changes to them. Sylva now thinks the translation is even better than the original Czech version. I can‚Äôt judge, because I don‚Äôt speak Czech, but I enjoyed Sylva‚Äôs readings from The Swing in the Middle of Chaos (YC.2011.a.678)
Three books by Sylva Fischerov√°: Bizom, aneb, SluzŐĆba a mise. (Brno, 2016). YF.2017a24377; The Tremor of Race Horses, transl. by Jarmila & Ian Milner. (Newcastle upon Tyne, 1990). YC.1990.a.10283; The Swing in the middle of Chaos, transl by Stuart Friebert. (Newcastle upon Tyne, 2010). YC.2011.a.678
Next up was Peter Terrin. He read from his 2015 novel Monte Carlo. The story throws up many questions about ‚Äėidentity‚Äô, such as where the protagonist belongs: in his English village, where he earns a living, repairing cars or on the Formula 1 circuits, as one of the top mechanics?
Peter Terrin sees himself as a ‚ÄėEuropean‚Äô, rather than as a Belgian, or Fleming. ‚ÄėIdentity‚Äô is big in Belgium and language plays a major part in this, Terrin doesn‚Äôt ‚Äėdo‚Äô borders. He speaks Flemish, English, probably French too and writes in Dutch (Flemish is very seldom used in writing). He lives in Belgium and publishes in the Netherlands.
‚ÄėThis is really good,‚Äô Peter thought, reading David Doherty‚Äôs translation of Monte Carlo. It felt almost like a new work. In a certain sense translations are new works. Translators never merely translate word by word; there is a big creative effort involved in translating any text. Still, the question remains what made him think like that. Maybe a foreign language creates the distance required to see one‚Äôs own work in a different light.
German novelist and publisher Meike Ziervogel certainly seems to think so. She moved from Germany to the UK thirty years ago and writes solely in English. She calls herself a ‚Äėtranslingual‚Äô writer. She noticed that when writing in German she was hiding her emotions behind complicated words and constructions. At the time her ‚Äėbeginner‚Äôs‚Äô level of English forced her to write in simpler, more direct language, which did bring out her true emotions. After thirty years English has become a native language to her and I could not help wondering if she ever feels like writing in German, doing the reverse of what she did thirty years ago, to force herself to identify her true emotions.
Ziervogel is now on her fourth novel, The Photographer, about her own grandfather living through the Second World War.
I look forward to reading the various books that were discussed this evening, including Ziervogel‚Äôs Magda, her debut, about the wife of Joseph Goebbels. I hope I‚Äôll finish them all before next year‚Äôs European Literature Night!
Marja Kingma, Curator Germanic Collections