It
has always struck me that the sign of a good translation is that it should read
as if doing it was easy. Of course, I know that is an illusion. All the same, I
was impressed not only by Francesca's beautiful prose but also by her description of the sheer hard graft
and hard thinking that went into it.
A bit of background: the Leeds Centre
for New Chinese Writing, an inspirational resource for working and would-be translators alike, has run the Bai Meigui Translation Prize annually since 2015, offering texts which range from fiction for adults and young readers, picture books, and poetry and non-fiction. This
year’s winner was Francesca Jordan, and the piece, by Yang Shuangzi, is from a novella, The Season When Flowers Bloom, about a girl growing
up in Japanese Taiwan.
NH: Can you
tell me a bit about how you got into translation from Chinese?
FJ: I studied Chinese
at SOAS and moved to Beijing about a year after graduation. While at uni I had
developed an interest in Chinese contemporary art, which was just starting to
really catch the world’s attention at that time. Once in Beijing it wasn't long
before I found a job at Chinese-art.com, a website that aimed to be a window
into the Chinese art world for English speakers. So I honed my translation
skills on a lot of art criticism, curators’ essays, and artists writing about
their own work. Plenty of art-specific vocab to get familiar with of course,
but the socially engaged nature of contemporary art meant that these texts were
a great way to delve into all kinds of topics – the changing city, the loss of
history and tradition to modernity, the new possibilities brought by technology,
the disorienting shift in visual culture from political propaganda to consumer
advertising, cultural trends and taboos and so on. Contemporary artists don’t
shy away from exploring the difficulties of changing roles and relationships,
whether we’re talking about painting and photography, state and individual, or
rural and urban China.
For a translator then, it’s a pretty interesting field
to specialise in, the main challenges being writers who are overly dry and
academic, and those who write ‘art bollocks’. The latter put you in the same
quandary as those poor interpreters and translators who had to tackle Donald
Trump’s speeches, that quandary being: do I, or do I not, translate twaddle as
twaddle? Will the audience realise the original is gibberish, or will they
assume it’s a poor translation? Fortunately there were relatively few purveyors
of art bollocks (back then at least) in the Chinese art scene, compared to
their western counterparts.
NH: Before
you translated the competition piece, did you know anything about Japanese
Taiwan? Did anything surprise you?
FJ: I had only
a basic knowledge of Taiwan’s period under Japanese rule before starting this
translation so it was a great opportunity to learn some more of that history – I
possibly spent as much time reading the interesting articles that turned up during
research as I did translating. I was aware of the cultural and linguistic
Japanization of Taiwan imposed under colonial rule, and the Japanese names in
the extract were the first clue that the story was set during that period; then
of course later in the extract dates are given and Hatsuko’s parents’
emigration from Japan to ‘this island’ (as Taiwan is generally referred to in
the novella, while Japan is ‘the mainland’) is explained. The novella is
peppered with Japanese loanwords, some quite specific to this cultural and
historical context, effectively conveying the effect of Japanization on
Taiwan’s language. With standard Chinese-English dictionaries drawing a blank
on these unfamiliar terms, I often turned to a Japanese dictionary instead. So I
felt it was important for the translation to reflect as much as possible the
Japanese language environment the characters inhabited, in the personal names and
styles of address and especially place names (Tanabe
Bookstore, Nishiki-chō
etc.) as these are all real places that existed in 1930s Taichung.
I guess the novella is basically a coming-of-age
story, full of hope and loss and disillusionment as those often are. Hatsuko
longs for a life less ordinary, regarding university, work, independence and
travel as vastly more attractive than marriage. Her sense of social inferiority
(though she is attending an elite high school, her family are not well off)
prevents her from believing that such things are achievable for herself, so she
displaces that longing onto her wealthier and more glamorous classmates,
pinning her hopes on them escaping
the traditional restrictions placed on women’s lives by family and society.
Discovering that the two classmates she admires most (one of whom, Yang
Hsueh-ni, is ambitious and confident with strong feminist ideas) have an
intimate but secret friendship, Hatsuko begins to obsessively snoop on their
meetings in the library – and self-disgust at her furtive behaviour compounding
her feelings of inferiority. Too shy to ever talk to her classmates in person,
Hatsuko feels a deep sense of loss after graduation, one that makes her
physically ill, knowing she may never see the two ‘brilliant friends’ again or
know how their lives turn out. When she suddenly discovers that even Yang
Hsueh-ni, the most ambitious girl in their school, is prevented from following
her aspirations by family circumstances, Hatsuko’s sense of loss turns to
painful despair.
Introverted Hatsuko has no special friend to confide in
– the extract describes her longing for the unaffordable magazine ‘Girl’s
Companion’, but we can infer, from the way she buries herself in the novels of Yoshiya Nobuko, that what Hatsuko really longs for is the
kind of intimate, affectionate friendship she witnesses her classmates sharing.
Yoshiya Nobuko was one of the earliest writers of yuri (baihe in Mandarin)
– ‘lily’ or ‘girls’ love’ – fiction, the genre that Yang Shuang-zi also
considers herself to be working in. This novella though, is more of a tribute
to Yang Ch’ien-ho, made clear by the author borrowing the title (and premise)
of Yang’s 1942 novel The Season When
Flowers Bloom. Yang Ch’ien-ho, like the character Yang Hsueh-Ni, was a native
Taiwanese born under Japanese rule, and a fascinating figure who broke through
social barriers of both sex and (colonial) class, becoming Taiwan’s first female
journalist at the age of 19, and even
demanding to be paid the same as her Japanese colleagues.
NH: Your
translation reads effortlessly. Was it effortless? What were the challenges
in translating it?
FJ: The
translation of character’s names provided some of the trickiest challenges.
First there were some simpler decisions to be made such as whether to write
Japanese names family name first, or in the Anglicised format with family name
last. Reading on in the text, the character Sakiko mentions that because her full
name is Matsugasaki
Sakiko she was nicknamed ‘Saki-Saki’, the sense of which would be lost if her
name was given family name last. So, preserving the Japanese/Chinese order was
the obvious choice and luckily would have been my preference anyway. Further on
in the text again, the author herself indicates (by including romanized
Japanese in the text) that the Chinese form of address tóngxué (classmate or fellow student) is
being used as a stand-in for the Japanese honorific suffix –san, so that’s another decision
effectively made for the translator. As for the Chinese personal names and
other proper nouns, these I gave in Wade-Giles rather than pinyin romanization
because pinyin, not developed until the 1950s, would have felt anachronistic, not
to mention geographically inappropriate as pinyin still isn’t used much in
Taiwan.
The trickier parts had to do with the meanings of
names. In two instances the most accurate translations would read awkwardly or
seem nonsensical to English reader. Firstly the sentence “Her given name, Hsueh-Ni, meaning ‘snowy earth’, was an allusion to a
classical Chinese poem – a very elegant and poetic name.” The more literal
translation of Hsueh-Ni is ‘slush’ or ‘snowy mud’, neither of which sounds
remotely elegant or poetic, particularly with the connotations of that English
idiom about somebody’s ‘name being mud’. The poem referred to, one that
describes the ephemerality and arbitrariness of both human lives and the traces
they leave, is Su Dongpo aka Su Shi’s He
Ziyou mianchi huaijiu so for inspiration I turned to this
excellent article that compiles a host of English translations. .
Eventually I settled on ‘snowy earth’ as being close enough to the text
but conjuring a more pristine image, one of new-fallen snow lying lightly on
the dark earth (before they combine into muddy slush).
Secondly there was a sentence that could have been translated as ‘their only son was named
Ryuichi after his father’, but as we know the father’s name is Takao this
sounds wrong in English, as we expect people ‘named after’ someone to have
basically the same name. The problem here is that Japanese kanji can have
different pronunciations in different combinations. In the Japanese/Chinese
text it is clear that the names Takao 隆夫 and Ryuichi 隆一 share a particular kanji, so I ended up translating in a way that just described
that: ‘The name of their only son, Ryuichi, shared a kanji meaning ‘prosperity’ with his
father’s.’ For that paragraph it felt necessary to give the four children’s
names in romanized Japanese (as would be conventional in English) and also
translate the name meanings, which would be opaque to English readers
otherwise. Knowing the meanings of the names gives the reader important
information about the Yamaguchi family’s culture and values; in this case that
they tend to choose the most obvious and unimaginative names for their
offspring (certainly in Hatsuko’s view!). This was probably the paragraph I
fiddled around with longest as it was quite challenging to slot in the extra
info (I slipped a little ‘1920’ in there too, so that readers didn’t have to
take a break to google which year ‘ninth year of the Taishō Emperor’ corresponds to) without weighing down the text too much or making it read choppily.
Of course the translation wasn’t effortless – if only!
– but it’s gratifying to be told that all the struggling and polishing and
‘hmm, maybe if I do it this way…? Nah, it was better the way it was’ is
invisible in the finished product. Every literary piece poses unique
challenges: as well as aiming for accuracy, there are voices that the
translator must do her best to recreate and sustain – the voice of the author,
and the voices the author creates for her characters. There was only a tiny bit
of dialogue (or interior monologue) in the extract, still I made a point of
reminding myself that teenagers in 1930s Taiwan wouldn’t talk like 2020s
British teenagers, or 1980s American teenagers etc. Overall, I tried to be as
historically accurate as I felt the author would want me to be – and I know
from reading around that Yang Shuang-zi and her sister spent a lot of time
researching 1930s Taichung in preparation for writing this novella – and to
capture the youthful melancholy of the piece, the fight between romance and
realism that pervades it.
