Showing posts with label Sarah Ruden. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sarah Ruden. Show all posts

Saturday, 3 March 2018

Ways of Reading the Bible (1): Sarah Ruden and the translator’s impossible task



‘The Face of Water : a Translator on Beauty and Meaning in the Bible’, by Sarah Ruden (New York, Pantheon Books, 2017) ISBN 978-0-307-90856-8

This review by Philip Harvey first appeared in the March 2018 issue of The Melbourne Anglican.

In a world where literalism is allowed the final say, where religion’s foundational words are used for nationalist and divisive ends, we are moved to ask, as Sarah Ruden does, “Okay, the Bible – what about it?” How we read Scripture, our attitude to it, always remain significant issues, even if we say we’re ‘No Religion’. For Christians and Jews it can never be a matter of indifference.

Roaming in from the wilds of classical studies, Ruden was floored by a rediscovery: “The Bible, I recognised, was a book that profoundly mattered, more even than ancient pagan literature (in which I do have qualifications).” Some classicists would deem this a provocative admission, especially coming from an acclaimed translator of Homer, Aeschylus, and Virgil. (She’s the first woman ever to translate the entire Aeneid.) 

Her objective is to introduce us to the biblical languages of Hebrew and Greek, and how they work, through the eyes of someone who was born to translate. A combination of lightly handled erudition, poetic sensibility, and spectacular left-field humour turns this exercise into a reading pleasure. I never thought I could get mesmerised by explanations of vav consecutives or hapax legomenon. Her ear for metre is fabulous.

What to do with a literature where “form and content are inseparable, and equally important”? How to deal with language where “if we can’t dance to it, we don’t understand it’? How do you make that happen in English? Ruden describes the process with the Bible whereby she is “trying to make the book less a thing of paper and glue and ink and petrochemicals, and more a living thing.”

Ruden’s concern is how English, for all its vast vocabulary and intricate varieties of nuance, still cannot say everything being said with brevity and wit in the original. The King James Version (KJV) is her default “because of its beauty and familiarity”, but it too is oft wanting. Then there’s the whole dimension known as context, contexts at times “invisible”.

The book proceeds by exposition. Ruden chooses Old and New Testament passages that illustrate her own challenges and theories as a translator. She stands her versions against the King James, showing up shifts in meaning, accent, and pitch. We have space for two examples.

Ecclesiastes famously calls life ‘vanity’, the KJV repeating the Latin tag. Eugene Peterson, almost as famously, translates this word (‘hevleh-ka’) as ‘smoke’. Ruden’s word is ‘evanescence’, the thing at issue being insubstantiality, “a wisp of vapor or a puff of wind … blended back into the air, before you can even focus on it.” But she goes further. ‘Hevleh-ka’ matches in sound ‘helkeh-ka’ in the same verse, a word the KJV has as ‘thy portion’. In other words, whoever you are and whatever you own, it’s all evanescence, saith the Preacher.

‘Rei-a’ is a Hebrew word Ruden calls “helpfully, dynamically untranslatable”. It can mean fellow, friend, equal, companion, member, depending on (you’ve heard it before) context. Indeed, it’s the context that provides the meaning, every time. In the Ten Commandments the KJV translates the word ‘neighbour’. And who is my neighbour? When a certain lawyer puts Jesus on the spot about who shall inherit eternal life, he finds himself in a context where the discussion turns on a definition of ‘rei-a’. But that’s nothing. Jesus tells a shocker of a story where the most reviled claimants to the lawyer’s own tradition are, by the lawyer’s own admission, neighbour to the man who was beaten up.  It’s the Samaritan who shows mercy. Ruden goes on to explain how the Greek equivalent (‘pleision’) adds further surprise and depth to the parable.
 
Last year, Sarah Ruden published her version of Saint Augustine’s Confessions. It’s good news for all of us that, according to her website, she now plans to translate the Four Gospels. Given the respectful and creative relationship to scriptural language on display in ‘The face of water’, both translation and any attendant critical commentary are sure to keep us on our mettle, and offer something new.

Sunday, 21 January 2018

Reveries of libraries, the twenty-second : TRAMPING AND HAULING


Sarah Ruden

The Internet, on balance, seems to me to have been no friend of scholarship. When you had to tramp to the library for books and articles, you tramped only when well motivated, and you studied and evaluated whatever you hauled home so as not to feel like a total chump. The current capacity to pull up an article a minute on a screen creates an apparently powerful temptation to staple together a nonargument from five hundred sources and to stuff a bibliography with crap.

This head quote is a footnote in Sarah Ruden’s book on Bible translating. She reminds us of a world in which people went through rain, hail, and snow to gather invaluable source materials from libraries; source material that can only be found in libraries. She is deeply aware that her motivation was worth the effort.

Ruden’s trademark humour points up the physical reality of reading and study. It might actually involve you having to exert yourself bodily, having to travel measurable distances, and having to spend measurable amounts of precious time working somewhere other than at your own computer. By placing these kinds of activities in the past tense, Ruden seems to be suggesting it no longer happens, though it does. Such is the force of rhetoric.

The library was, and still is, a great arbiter of time management. It tantalises with stores of knowledge not otherwise procurable. It stands apart from the daily round of home and work: you have to go there to make it happen for you. The library is the only place where you can get the goods. It releases its bounty on reasonable terms, giving its visitors a rightful sense of belonging and self-esteem. At least, these are some of the things we can infer from Ruden’s descriptions of getting physical with libraries. She places a value on libraries that she does not place on the (capital ‘I’) Internet.

Ruden’s healthy objectivity about the academic life is at work here. Her footnote is asterisked to the following sentence, found in the thick of a discussion about Bible commentaries: “Conversely, the exposition may be so dense and technical that its writer’s own expert opinion drowns amid the innumerable citations and intricate qualifications.” Any student of biblical books will recognise this kind of commentary, thankful or overwhelmed depending on the time of the day. Ruden is not being negative about such commentaries, in fact is insisting that such works are a necessary good, even a blessing and inspiration. She knows that such intricate scholarship has a sure foundation, when only the best will do.

The Internet, though, is another matter. In an environment where authority can be whatever you want it, where every crazy view vies for equal attention, and where the quantity rather than the quality of your citations is all that counts, the results will be (obversely from the above) thankless and underwhelming. The implicit meaning of her argument in this paragraph, that scholarship is more than just sitting hourly at your computer and sorting everything into something halfway coherent, goes with it a discernible belief in embodiment. She trusts the feeling, arrived at by her own experience, that tramping to the library, getting all the stuff together, and hauling home what you most urgently need, is an essential part of the scholar’s life. She’s not rejecting the Internet out of hand, she’s simply saying it’s not enough.   

Quote from: ‘The face of water : a translator on beauty and meaning in the Bible’, by Sarah Ruden (New York, Pantheon Books, 2017), page 160.