‘They Kill Translators, Don’t They?’
I often—perhaps too often—think about translation. Lately, I’ve been mulling the penchant of book reviewers to sigh about any text not originally in English (that they didn’t entirely love): Well, who knows, this was probably the fault of that translator. (The translator is invisible, the reviewer doesn’t know much about him/her, but—anyway—it was probably that person’s fault.)