Sunday, February 12, 2006

Lost in translation ...

... maybe note entirely. A.S. Byatt on How poetry can be found in translation.
A brief personal note: Philadelphia is tonight blanketed in snow. Some years ago, A.S. Byatt came to the city for a reading and one of the worst snowstorms ever to hit the city came along as well. Then, a few years afte vthat, she was scheduled to be hear again on her tour promoting A Whistling Woman. I interviewed her by phone a week before her arrival. We had such a pleasant chat we agreed to get together after her reading. And so we did. And right on time the snow arrived. We ended up closing one of the restaurants in the Four Seasons at 2 a.m. It will remain in my memory as one of the pleasantest nights of my life. She is, in my view, a great novelist, and a fascinating woman.

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