Friday, February 6, 2009

Najat El Hachmi Review

La novela L'últim patriarca, con la que Najat El Hachmi (Nador, Marruecos, 1979) ganó el XXVIII Premi de les Lletres Catalanes Ramon Llull 2008 [...] narra los enfrentamientos entre un inmigrantemarroquí y su hija adolescente por sus diferentes maneras de concebir eintegrarse en la realidad que les rodea en Cataluña.Según explicó El Hachmi el día en que ganó el premio, la obra refleja los"contrastes" entre padre e hija que se ven "amplificados" por el cambio cultural que han sufrido al pasar de vivir en Marruecos a hacerlo en una capital comarcal catalana. La hija no sólo "se tiene que enfrentar" a su padre -que tiene "un peso específico" en su vida-, sino que intenta encontrar su "libertad personal" y su "lugar en el mundo".El protagonista, Mimoun Driouch, es un inmigrante marroquí que pasó de seralbañil a pequeño constructor en una capital de comarca y que, tras distanciarse durante años de su familia, pide el reagrupamiento familiar para vivir con su esposa e hijos en Cataluña. Su "doble moral" la sufre su hija -cuyo nombre no se cita en ningún momento- cuando llega a la adolescencia.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Stella Gibbons Translation

Flora felt extremely sleepy all of a sudden. She decided to go and sit by the fire in her room and read until mealtime. So she told Mr Mybug she hoped he would have a pleasant walk. She added that Rennet had had a fairly boring life, on the whole, and that she would probably appreciate a little fun.
Mr Mybug said he quite understood. He also attempted to take Flora's hand, but she did not let him.
"We're friends, aren't we?" he asked.
"Certainly," said Flora, pleasantly. She did not inform him that she was not in the habit of thinking of persons whom she had known for five weeks as her friends.
"We might dine together in London some time?"
"That would be delightful," agreed Flora, thinking how nasty and boring it would be.
"There's a quality in you..." said Mr Mybug. "I should like to write a novel about you and call it Virginal."
"Do, if it passes the time for you," said Flora; and now I must go and write some letters. Good-bye."
On her way to her room, Flora passed Rennet coming downstairs, dressed to go out. She wondered how Rennet had managed to obtain permission from Aunt Ada Doom to do so, but Rennet did not wait to be questioned.
Stella Gibbons
Flora sentiu-se extremamente cansada de um momento para outro. Decidiu ir sentar-se ao lume no quarto dela e ler até à hora de jantar. Por isso, disse ao Sr. Mybug que esperava que ele tivesse um bom passeio. Ela adiantou que a Rennet tem tido, em geral, uma vida bastante aborrecida, e que provavelmente apreciaria um pouco de diversão.
O Sr. Mybug disse que até entendia. Tentou também pegar na mão de Flora, mas ela não o deixou.
“Nós somos amigos, não somos?” ele perguntou.
“Com certeza,” disse Flora, com todo o gosto. Ela não informou que não era hábito dela pensar das pessoas que conhece apenas há cinco semanas como suas amigas.
“Podíamos jantar juntos qualquer dia em Londres?”
“Isso seria uma delícia,” concordou a Flora, pensando o quanto nojento e enfadonho seria.
“Isso é uma qualidade em ti…” disse Sr. Mybug. “Eu gostaria de escrever um romance acerca de ti e chamá-lo Virginal.”
“Fá-lo. Se isso lhe faz passar o tempo,” disse Flora; e agora terei que ir escrever umas cartas. Adeus.”
A caminho do quarto a Flora passou pela Rennet que descia, vestida para sair. Ela curiosamente pensava como teria ela conseguido obter a autorização da Tia Ada Doom para o fazer, mas a Rennet não esperou para ser questionada.
Jorge Orfão

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

El espíritu de la colmena, Víctor Erice (1973)

Spanish National Cinema

What do the setting and the mise-en-scène in El espíritu de la colmena/The Spirit of the Beehive (V. Erice, 1973) tell us about the political situation in the epoch in which the film was made?

Since early nineteenth century, studies on culture have been ambiguous across Europe. The notion of culture has relied a lot on world history and politics. Spain, because of Francoism, is a perfect example on how the development of its culture has been influenced by government power, being placed on a scale between reality and fiction. Spanish dictatorship kept the country closed up for many years because of censorship, that puts a stop to free expression of intellectuals such as filmmakers. The film El espíritu de la colmena, directed by Víctor Aras Erice with the collaboration of the producer Elías Querejera, is a remarkable portrait of that epoch of Spain: Franco after the Civil War, and the effects it had amongst the people of the country.
The film takes us back to the year 1940, the year right after the Spanish civil war. The director shows in a subtle artistic way his perspective of Spanish society during Franco’s dictatorship. The film was produced in 1973, when Franco was an old and weak man, about to hand over the government power to his allied, Almirante Carrero Blanco. Blanco was killed that same year by the ETA, which shocked the entire nation’s population. Political tensions were emerging around Spain, as well as the economy was on its lowest rates. Spain was definitely going through deep changes, while the people were starting to face the reality of their country. The film is built up in this context, Erice through the eyes of a child, Ana, played by Ana Torrent, shows what went on during the post-civil war years. The fact the film is introduced like a fairy tale, Erase una vez/ Once upon a time, and despite it can be seen as a way to mislead censorship, it invokes the idea of a story that should not be forgotten.
Slightly reporting back to a couple of the scenes from El espíritu de la colmena, we are likely to find symbolic features that characterize the post-civil war years in Spain. Such as the first scene of the mother, Teresa, who while the pueblo is enjoying the new and well announced film on screen in the village, she is writing a letter apparently addressed to a special loved man, which can lead us into doubt because during the whole of the film, the director tells us very little about the characters. What is interesting to point out is that she addresses this man in an uncomfortable nostalgic way, making us think that he had something to do with government matters, therefore, his distance is most probably due to the fact he went into exile to escape political imprisonment or even someone already held a prisoner in one of Franco’s concentration camps. She remits to the years of the civil war, talking about a great loss and about a morbid dark atmosphere spread around the country. Spain was going through years of economic repression and social exclusion, where the Regime ideology was to promote mass unification through issues on cultural nationalism. The idea of homogeneity was being encouraged in a country truly recognized by its rich cultural diversity. During this scene of the mother, we see the way she expresses herself while writing this letter. She has a melancholic attitude showing us her preoccupation on what was going on around at the moment, just as how the lack of information about what will happen provokes the sense of a quite fear. The authority had brought censorship to the country, enforcing silence in all communities using manipulative techniques. Another scene that tells us much about the people’s situation during these harsh years of indelicate violence is the first shot of the train, when the mother takes her letter to the mailbox. It is in my opinion, one of the most poetic moments of the film. The smoky environment of the railroad station, when the train stops, and the way Teresa stands watching the train leave, brings to our thoughts to true context during that epoch. As the train goes by, we see through Teresa’s eyes, the people who are travelling: these are Spanish representations of its natives. A better observation of this scene, can make us have a feeling, by the look of such representations that desperate, hopeless, restless, and tired emotions were being felt around the reality of Francoism.
Víctor Erice proves that he is part of a new generation in filmmaking, inspired by neo-realism, and the nouvelle vague movements to represent the authenticity of Spanishness through a firmly national cinema. This seems to be a possible explanation for the long-takes, and the fact that the majority of the scenes we encounter in the film are shot outdoors, just as the use of non-actors to play the narrative. It’s not accurate to consider that its not on purpose the director uses the real names of his characters. Moreover, the silent scenes, the sense of lost dialogues, in the same way, the faded and shadowed colours we see according to the set of lights used in all the mise-en-scene, clearly are metaphors of what was like living in Spain during the post-civil war years. Erice follows the politique des auteurs tradition, as a consequence of his studies at the Escuela Oficial de Cine, under the ideals of José María Garcia Escudero, who before had claimed that a new image of Spain should be produced in order to proceed with the country’s internationalization. It is notorious the urge to escape from the folkloric images of Spain transfigured in films like Berlanga’s Bienvenido, Mr. Marshall, in the same way, the urgent anxiety to construct a brighter perspective of Spanish identity. El espíritu de la colmena, which insights the representation of the nation to the nation, as its director once said, can well be identified with this new idea of Spanishness, when a closer look at its mise-en-scene is considered. The cinematographic technique used by the director proves to us that things are changing in respect of the construction of national identity.
Bibliography:
Graham, H. and Labanyi, J. (eds.) Spanish Cultural Studies: An Introduction, Oxford: Oxford University Press.

Jordan, B. (2002) Spanish Culture and Society: The Essential Glossary, London: Arnold Press.

Kinder, M. (1993) Blood Cinema: The Reconstruction of National Identity in Spain, Berkeley and Los Angeles: University of California Press.

Ros, X de, (1999) “Innocence Lost: Sounds and Silence in El espíritu de la colmena’ Bulletin of Spanish Studies, 76, 1

Triana Toribio, N. (2003) Spanish National Cinema, London: Routledge.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

"A Linguagem do coração é universal, só é preciso sensibilidade para entendê-la"

Charles Pinot Duclos

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Grace Metalious Translation

David shrugged. "You won't like it, Allison. I'm sure you won't"
"Maybe not, David, but I've got to find out for myself. I want every experience that's offered me - or just about."
"I'm only thinking of you," David said. "Wait until they start ripping your book to pieces. You'll feel differently then. You won't be able to stand it. Nobody could."
"I don't have your sensitive, artistic soul," said Allison. "As far as I'm concerned, all I want for Samuel's Castle is another forty weeks on its lists. And after what they paid me for the picture rights, they can do anything they damned well please with it."
"I just don't want you to be hurt," said David quietly, and Allison was suddenly ashamed.
"I know it, David," she said contritely. "But I have to find out for myself."
"Let me hear from you," said David.
"Yes," said Allison. I'll 'phone you. With the studio paying my hotel bills, I'll be able to do it with a clear conscience."
David smiled. "You've changed a lot, Allison. But basically you're still the little girl from Peyton Place, still keeping your conscience clear. I don't think you could change that part of you if you submitted to surgery."
Grace Metalious
David encolheu os ombros. “Tu não vais gostar, Allison. Tenho a certeza que não.”
“Talvez não, David, mas eu tenho que descobrir isso por mim própria. Eu quero todas as experiências que me são oferecidas – ou quase todas.”
“Eu só estou a pensar em ti,” disse David. “Espera até eles começarem a rasgar o teu livro em pedaços. Depois irás sentir-te diferente. Não vais conseguir aguentá-lo. Ninguém consegue.”
“Eu não tenho a tua alma sensível e artística,” disse Allison. “No que me diz respeito, só estou interessada em ter o Samuel’s Castle mais quarenta semanas nas listas deles. E depois daquilo que me pagaram pelos direitos de autor, podem fazer o que raios quiserem com ele.”
"Eu só não quero que te magoes," disse David calmamente, e a Allison subitamente ficou envergonhada.
"Eu sei disso, David," ela disse pesarosamente. "Mas eu tenho que descobrir por mim própria."
“Vai dando notícias tuas,” disse David.
“Sim,” disse Allison. “Eu telefono-te. Com o estúdio a pagar as minhas contas do hotel, eu poderei fazê-lo de consciência tranquila.”
David sorriu. “Mudaste tanto, Allison. Mas basicamente ainda és a menina pequenina de Peyton Place, ainda a manter a consciência tranquila. Não me parece que conseguirias mudar essa parte de ti se te submetesses a cirurgia.”
Jorge Correia Orfão

D.H. Lawrence Translation

There was a letter from Hilda on the breakfast tray. "Father is going to London this week, and I shall call for you on Thursday week, June 17th. You must be ready so that we can go at once. I don't want to waste time at Wragby, it's an awful place. I shall probably stay the night at Redford with the Colemans, I should be with your for lunch Thursady. Then we could start at tea-time, sand sleep perhaps in Grantham. It is no use our spending an evening with Clifford. If he hates you going, it would be no pleasure to him."
So! She was being pushed round on the chess board again. Clifford hated her going, but it was only because he didn't feel safe in her absence. Her presence, for some reason, made him feel safe, and free to do the things he was occupied with. He was a great deal at the pits, and wrestling in spirit with the almost hopeless problems of getting out his coal in the most economical fashion, and then selling it when he'd got it out. He knew he ought to find some way of using it, or converting it, so that he needn't sell it, or needn't have the chagrin of failing to sell it. But if he made electric power, could he sell that or use it? And to convert into oil was as yet too costly and too elaborate. To keep industry alive there must be more industry, like a madness.
D.H. Lawrence
Estava uma carta da Hilda na bandeja do pequeno-almoço. “Esta semana o pai vai a Londres, e eu chamarei por ti na Quinta-feira, 17 de Junho. Deverás de estar pronto para irmos logo. Não quero perder tempo no Wragby, é um sítio horrível. Eu provavelmente passarei a noite no Retford com a família Colemans, por isso deverei de estar contigo à hora de almoço de Quinta. Podemos depois começar à hora do chá, e talvez dormir em Grantham. Não há necessidade em fazer serão com o Clifford. Se a ele não lhe agrada que vás, não será nenhum prazer para ele.
Portanto! Estava ela a ser de novo empurrada às voltas na mesa de xadrez. Clifford detestava que ela fosse, mas simplesmente porque ele não se sentia seguro na sua ausência. Por qualquer motivo a presença dela fazia-o sentir seguro, e com o à vontade de fazer coisas que o ocupavam. Ele era de grande importância nas minas de carvão, e numa luta interior com os quase desesperados problemas em retirar o seu carvão na mais prestigiosa economia, e depois de retirado, vendê-lo. Ele sabia que tinha de encontrar qualquer forma para o usar, ou convertê-lo, para não precisar de vendê-lo, nem precisar de sentir a dor de fracassar em vendê-lo. Mas, se ele produzisse energia eléctrica, poderia ele vender isso ou usá-lo? E para converter em petróleo era até aqui demasiado dispendioso e demasiado elaborado. Para manter a indústria viva deverá de haver mais indústria, como uma loucura.

Jorge Correia Orfão
Estava uma carta da Hilda na bandeja do pequeno-almoço. “Esta semana o pai vai a Londres, e eu irei buscar-te na Quinta-feira a uma semana, 17 de Junho. Deverás de estar pronto para irmos logo. Não quero perder tempo no Wragby, é um sítio horrível. Eu provavelmente passarei a noite no Retford com a família Colemans, por isso deverei de estar contigo à hora de almoço de Quinta. Podemos depois partir à hora do chá, e talvez dormir em Grantham. Não há necessidade em fazer serão com o Clifford. Se a ele não lhe agrada que vás, não será nenhum prazer para ele.
Portanto! Estava ela a ser de novo empurrada às voltas na mesa de xadrez. Clifford detestava que ela fosse, mas simplesmente porque ele não se sentia seguro na sua ausência. Por qualquer motivo a presença dela fazia-o sentir seguro, e com o à vontade de fazer coisas que o ocupavam. Ele ia com frequência às minas de carvão, e numa luta interior com os quase desesperados problemas em retirar o seu carvão na mais prestigiosa economia, e depois de retirado, vendê-lo. Ele sabia que tinha de encontrar qualquer forma para o usar, ou convertê-lo, para não precisar de vendê-lo, nem precisar de sentir a dor de fracassar em vendê-lo. Mas, se ele produzisse energia eléctrica, poderia ele vender isso ou usá-lo? E para converter em petróleo era até aqui demasiado dispendioso e demasiado elaborado. Para manter a indústria viva deverá de haver mais indústria, como uma loucura.
Jorge Correia Orfão
(reviewed by: Hillary Owen)