I recently learned about the debacle that was the Swedish translation of Tolkien, and it got me wondering: “are there books that can only exist within a masterful use of the authors native tongue?”.
I recently learned about the debacle that was the Swedish translation of Tolkien, and it got me wondering: “are there books that can only exist within a masterful use of the authors native tongue?”.
There's actually a section in my favorite book of all time Gödel, Escher, Bach that talks about two pretty decent translations of that poem into French and German. Here's an excerpt.