How does a translator re-create the effect of “distancing” a writer without pushing the reader to give up on the text? Ghada Mourad explores Marilyn Booth’s translation of Lebanese novelist Hassan Daoud’s The Penguin’s Song:
By Ghada Mourad
The Penguin’s Song is a novel of distance, mediation, and isolation. Distance separates the novel’s characters from their objects of desire. The family yearns to return to their previous lifestyle: the mother repeats that their current life is “all temporary” (Daoud, 8). The narrator peeks through his half opened window to look at the girl in the apartment below him. The father looks at the location of his former shop from a great distance, gazing through the circle he outlines with his fingers. Singling out a part of the city skyline from afar soon proves a futile trick intended to endow the father with power, albeit illusory, over space, because when he visits the area with his son he is utterly disoriented and unable to find his way through the streets.
Throughout the novel, mirrors and windows serve as mediators for the gaze. The narrator and the girl are constantly caught gazing at themselves in mirrors. The narrator peeks at his classmates in the bus’s rearview mirror and at the girl through the windows that separate them. He also stares at the mirror in which she sees her reflection. The three members of this family are snatched from their life in the old city and cast up in an isolated place from which they regularly and longingly gaze at their old neighborhood.
…Daoud is self-confessedly difficult to read. The author states, “I could not write a line that does not draw attention to itself, in addition to its significance for the course of the novel. As though I am in front of mirrors, longing to see everything in them complete. Whole. It has been an arduous writing that needs patience and perseverance.”
To translate a novel in which distance is so central seems no easy task. It is often stated that a translation stands at a certain distance from the original, and therefore the translator here runs the risk of increasing the distance separating the elements of the narrative. Fortunately, this is not so much the case for the ingenious translation of this novel by accomplished translator and academic Marilyn Booth. The ambiguities and difficulties that saturate the original, conveying the monotonous lives of the novel’s characters and echoing the narrator’s insipid stream of consciousness and tense emotional state, here give way to an elegant prose that complements the original rather than replicating its (intentional) dullness with the help of concise language and refined sentences. Rather than adding an extra layer of mediation that alienates the Anglophone reader, the translation stands, vis-à-vis the original, as “a supplementary and harmonious” version, to use Walter Benjamin’s phrase (77). Marilyn Booth’s translation renews and transforms the original so that it matures under her pen.
The narrator, who compares copies of the same text for a living, checking them for similarities and differences, conceives of the reading experience in terms of distance, the same way he deals with people in his life:
As I read anecdotes, tales, vignettes of people’s lives, dialogues, poems, and poetry duels, I could decide whether these were words on a page or real events in which real lives unfolded. Either way, I could be at a distance. I could play listener when I wanted to regard what I read as words; or I could play observer or witness when I decided to take them as things really happening to folk of old. Listener or witness: just as I was in school, or on the trip, and whether standing or sitting. But always between me and what I saw there was an empty space, a supplementary space I made sure to leave in place, just in case I need it…I had to leave an empty space between them and me so that I could remain apart from their glee because I could not endure its forcefulness (Daoud, 54).
Booth’s translation expands the limits of the English language and lets it be influenced by Arabic, matching the original like “fragments of a vessel which are to be glued together”…
This is not the case for the reader’s relation to the narrator. This narrator reveals a great deal about himself, his irritation with his parents, and his acute awareness of his handicap even in his most intimate moments, in a prose that annihilates the distance between the narrator and his readers. Reading both the original and the English translation of The Penguin’s Song can be an experience very much evocative of the narrator’s work, but the two texts resist this kind of comparison, as their complementarity soon emerges to the bilingual reader. Booth’s translation expands the limits of the English language and lets it be influenced by Arabic, matching the original like “fragments of a vessel which are to be glued together” to use Benjamin’s terms again (78). These moments of symbiosis transpire when the connotation of an expression is translated into English. Such is the case with proverbs, as when the mother declares, “We eat our own flesh if no pennies come afresh” (Daoud, 39).
When the narrator confesses, “I perceived somehow that this was my final image and I would never another one,” and at a later moment admits that he has a similar desire for the girl: “I will go on seeing her as little, as I love her to be,” he betrays the narrative’s longing for immaturity, a longing that soon reveals itself as impossible in the face of the change occurring in the lives of other characters (Daoud, 32, 224). This text matures through the “afterlife” it acquires thanks to Booth’s translation (Benjamin, 71). Just as the narrator fails to arrest time in order to be able to preserve the characters, including himself, in that suspended state, so too the translation, as an afterlife of the original, perpetuates its life, lets it mature, and transports it into another time and milieu.
The narrator articulates succinctly the nature of his desire towards the girl: “I am a he who desires the body whom desire has not yet caught” (Daoud, 65). This statement aptly applies to translation, which desires to arouse every text’s longing for an afterlife. Marilyn Booth’s translation of The Penguin’s Song has done just that.
Benjamin, Walter. “The Task of the Translator.” Illuminations: Essays and Reflections. ed. Hannah Arendt. Trans. Harry Zohn. New York: Schoken, 1985. 69-82.
Daoud, Hassan. The Penguin’s Song. Translated by Marilyn Booth. San Francisco: City Lights Books, November 2014.
This review first appeared on the e-magazine “Reading in Translation.” Ghada Mourad is a PhD student in Comparative Literature and a Schaeffer fellow in literary translation at UC Irvine, working on modernity, politics, and gender aesthetics in Arabic and francophone literature of the Middle East and North Africa.
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