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Austenites Resplendent, and Other News
By
Dan Piepenbring
September 17, 2014
On the Shelf
Photo: Jane Austen Festival
“Madame Bovary, c’est moi” is all well and good as a witty rejoinder—but in all honesty, which of the women in Flaubert’s life was
the real Madame Bovary
?
At a Jane Austen festival in Bath, 550 people claimed the world record for “
the largest gathering of people dressed in Regency costume
.”
On “
reading insecurity
,” the newest existential disease: “the subjective experience of thinking that you’re not getting as much from reading as you used to. It is setting aside an hour for that new book … and spending it instead on Facebook.”
Among Stephen King’s “
most hated expressions
”:
many people
,
some people say
, and
YOLO
. (I agree with the first two, but I’ll go to the mat for
YOLO
any day of the week.)
What’s it like to translate a compendium of Alain Robbe-Grillet’s sadistic fantasies? Haunting, but, you know, in a good way: “
As translator, I am a filter for material
: it travels through me. As such, there’s a residue, but it is difficult to qualify. At best, you might compare the book’s effect on me to its effect on any reader: certain images—many, in fact—remain in you, and surge forth unbidden, superimposing themselves in your mind’s eye on perfectly anodyne and serene scenes of everyday life.”
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