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peter edmund, jill flint, troy kennedy martin, david mckenna, magazines, mr.show with bob and david, brigante, 1979 in sports, cinema, puff daddy, paul haggis, Had I begun with such a far-sighted aim in mind I would have done ever so classifiche many things differently and might have ended up a knee-jerk, pedantic, post-modern craftsman. It was my good fortune, therefore, to have been left adrift in my circumstances, picking things up in an offhand way, a fun-loving Rover Boy (Tom, if memory serves) in the natural scene, what some might call the modernist incarnation of reality. There, then, is the explication of my translating. From If This Be Treason: Translation and its Dyscontents: A classifiche Memoir, forthcoming from New Directions. Copyright © 2005 by Gregory Rabassa. Published by arrangement with the publisher. All rights reserved.   Elsewhere in WWB Read Lawrence Venuti on How to Read a Translation                         READ THE LATEST FROM OUR BLOG: View RSS feed Words Without Borders - The Online Magazine for International Literature copyright © 2005 HOME | SEARCH | SUITCASE OF BOOKS | LINKS | ABOUT US | CONTACT US | SIGN UP AFRICA | AMERICAS | ASIA | EUROPE | MIDDLE EAST | PACIFIC RIM CITIES | COASTS | MOUNTAINS | PLAINS | DESERTS | FORESTS | VILLAGES essays & interviews | archive | soundnz | poems | nz lit file | authors     new zealand electronic poetry centrefeatures | about us | what's new | links | home      essays   Hip hop in Aotearoa/New Zealand Dean Hapeta (Te Kupu) First published in Tony Mitchell and
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Might not this be the way with david mckenna translation as well? As Fifth Army advanced so did the 2677th Regiment OSS (Prov), from Algiers to david mckenna Caserta, Italy, and thence to Rome near war's end. After the German surrender in Italy, which was largely an OSS matter (Operation Sunrise, why I don't know), david mckenna people were being shipped home on their way to the Far East, my old comrade Al Hormel among them. As I had become message-center chief by then I stayed on, with no more war and all of Italy and a fair-sized motor pool at my disposal. It was then that I became a tourist, revisiting with more leisure places I had visited under less inviting circumstances. I also read my Dante and other items picked up along the way, honing my self-taught Italian to a passable fluency. All this could have been called preparation for what I would be doing later, translating.
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