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Mirage translation
Jun. 6th, 2005 09:26 pmDrowned in work, staring overtime in the face, but over the weekend I finished the translation of that scene from Mirage 15. ...Okay, no, I didn't quite finish it. It's missing a few paragraphs at the beginning and a few pages at the end. But the sexy bit's there, more or less.
Disclaimer: over the weekend I also drank more alcohol than I did over the course of the previous two months. Booze! Booze and revelry! It's just as well I wasn't reading vol.20 or some such on Friday night or I would've tried to translate that too, after two rum 'n' cokes and most of a bottle of Asti. Or on Saturday night, after the ice wine and the smoky porter and the concorde grape ale and the micropub brew and the German lager and the Cognac beer. (And the bison sausages and the Belgian fries and the beef Stroganoff and the cream cakes...) So uh, if there are clauses missing, deal.
( Mild spoilers. )
...Halfway through book 19. If Karin no Oukoku were in English it would be published as one of those chunky brick-sized fantasy novels instead of five slim tomes, and I would never have read it outside the house, let alone in the line at the Mondial de la bière or on outdoor café terraces. Tin said something once about certain books being associated with the act of reading as an experience, rather than the story in and of itself. Thinking about it I realise that I can actually recollect the physical circumstances under which I first read most books, as long as I remember the book itself; much in the same way as I recollect the circumstances under which I first tasted any given food. (A fact I consciously exploit. I don't think my memory is particularly good compared to others - entire visits to cities have dropped out of it, let alone formerly familiar people, and dates are impossible - but if I eat a new kind of fruit or drink a new flavour of soda, I'll always remember where I was when I did, who handed it to me, what time of the day it was and what the smell in the air was like. Thus I compulsively taste-test new foods and never lose any weight.) It just so happens that "physical circumstances" mostly equal me lying on the carpet in my room, or ensconced in a library alcove. ^^; But Mirage of Blaze has been with me to house parties and rock shows, parks and restaurants, in the metro every morning and on the plane between two continents. I sense that once I finish these books I'll feel like I've said goodbye to a buddy, albeit one of those types who show up at one's door wild-eyed at 3AM wearing nothing but boxers, schlepping illegal substances and a tale of woe regarding their dysfunctional love life.
Disclaimer: over the weekend I also drank more alcohol than I did over the course of the previous two months. Booze! Booze and revelry! It's just as well I wasn't reading vol.20 or some such on Friday night or I would've tried to translate that too, after two rum 'n' cokes and most of a bottle of Asti. Or on Saturday night, after the ice wine and the smoky porter and the concorde grape ale and the micropub brew and the German lager and the Cognac beer. (And the bison sausages and the Belgian fries and the beef Stroganoff and the cream cakes...) So uh, if there are clauses missing, deal.
( Mild spoilers. )
...Halfway through book 19. If Karin no Oukoku were in English it would be published as one of those chunky brick-sized fantasy novels instead of five slim tomes, and I would never have read it outside the house, let alone in the line at the Mondial de la bière or on outdoor café terraces. Tin said something once about certain books being associated with the act of reading as an experience, rather than the story in and of itself. Thinking about it I realise that I can actually recollect the physical circumstances under which I first read most books, as long as I remember the book itself; much in the same way as I recollect the circumstances under which I first tasted any given food. (A fact I consciously exploit. I don't think my memory is particularly good compared to others - entire visits to cities have dropped out of it, let alone formerly familiar people, and dates are impossible - but if I eat a new kind of fruit or drink a new flavour of soda, I'll always remember where I was when I did, who handed it to me, what time of the day it was and what the smell in the air was like. Thus I compulsively taste-test new foods and never lose any weight.) It just so happens that "physical circumstances" mostly equal me lying on the carpet in my room, or ensconced in a library alcove. ^^; But Mirage of Blaze has been with me to house parties and rock shows, parks and restaurants, in the metro every morning and on the plane between two continents. I sense that once I finish these books I'll feel like I've said goodbye to a buddy, albeit one of those types who show up at one's door wild-eyed at 3AM wearing nothing but boxers, schlepping illegal substances and a tale of woe regarding their dysfunctional love life.
