[2011.12.17] 高呼自由

引用 mylta 2011-12-29 09:59

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杯具地选译了一篇严重超过本人能力的文章！

引用 bloyas 2011-12-29 21:28

我和你翻译了同一篇文章，有多处翻译不同，望指教。

引用 econcn 2011-12-30 00:17

翻译的好棒！谢谢

引用 bloyas 2011-12-30 09:05

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你太谦虚了，其实我也有许多地方理解的不是很到位，这篇文章对背景知识的要求很高。

引用 echo.chan 2011-12-30 13:42

CROSSING an Athens street by foot on a warm spring afternoon in 1985, I checked a taxi waiting at the light to make sure it was not going to jump the red--还是说“闯红灯”吧？冲过来好像它目的在撞作者一样.  In the back seat I spied the unmistakeable ---翻译为“正是”？绝对是，确定是figure of Christopher Hitchens, larger than when I’d last seen him, larger than anyone in their mid-30s ought to be--不符文意, made larger still by an unnecessary overcoat thrown over the shoulders in the manner of a ballet impresario from an earlier time. He saw me, called my name, threw open the door and stepped into the street. The light was now green and traffic was hooting. Heedless as ever to context but wholly in role, he let go an uncounted 漏译shower of drachma 德拉马克notes into the grateful driver’s hand and greeted me theatrically--夸张？NO with a kiss on both cheeks. Like me, he was  in Athens to write about the Greek elections. The previous day, Andreas Papandreou—the father of the recently replaced prime minister—had handily won a second parliamentary term as leader of his country’s Social Democrats. Though not like me, because Christopher was not like other journalists. “I didn’t see you at the Press centre last night,” I said. “No,” he replied, “I was at the Papandreous.”

那是1985年春的一个午后，雅典暖意融融，我穿过一条街道的时候，特别留意一辆正在等待红灯的出租车，怕它一下子冲过来。突然，我发现，那辆车的后座坐着的正是克里斯托弗•希钦斯，他比上一次见面时更胖了，看体型你根本不相信他才三十多岁。就像早些年芭蕾剧团的经理一样，他把那件已不合时令的外套随意地披在肩上，这使他看起来更胖了。希钦斯也看见了我，他大声喊着我的名字，并一把推开车门下了车。这时，绿灯亮了，汽车喇叭声响成一片。他像往常一样，一点也不顾及当时的场合，像一个完全进入了角色的演员，他把一叠钞票扔给了那位一脸感激的司机，然后走过来，夸张地吻过我的双颊。前几天，希腊社会民主党领袖安德利斯•帕潘德里欧（也就是刚刚下台的希腊总理的父亲）轻松赢得又一次议会任期。克里斯托弗和我一样，也是来雅典报道希腊这次选举的。他和我又不一样，因为他与其他记者相比，有些特立独行。我问他：“昨晚在新闻中心我没有看到你。” “是吗，我与帕潘德里欧在一起。”他答道。

引用 echo.chan 2011-12-30 14:05

That essentially 18th-century skill made him as lethal on television as he was on the page. He wrote the way he spoke, in boutades and in paragraphs, often with a blood-level of alcohol that would leave most of us speechless. He was catholic in his love and knowledge of the written word--“文字”即可, but on the whole stayed off movies, theatre, visual arts and music. Had he a trace of Puritan suspicion that such arts were elite, effete and not morally serious? I suspect it was more that each of those arts has its standards of performance and he was a performer in a competing medium—his own words. You had to hear him in real time, and I rate myself lucky that on a few occasions I did hear him at table—usually late on when everyone else had stopped talking, not because they were silenced or bested but because there and then it was simply more satisfying to listen to him.   
  
这种18世纪的遗风使他言如其文，电视节目中他言辞犀利，令人生畏。他的随笔和短评文如其言，常常是豪饮后的杰作。----前句逻辑不清晰；后句that would leave most of us speechless漏译他的写作爱好和知识包罗万象---形容人的知识包罗万象不妥吧？love 的catholic和knowledge的catholic分开翻译会顺畅一些，但他几乎从不涉足电影、戏剧、视觉艺术和音乐，难道他对这些艺术形式心存一种a trace of --一点，一缕清教徒式的怀疑，认为它们不能普及大众、过于柔弱、在道德上缺乏严肃性？我想，更可能的原因是，所有这些艺术形式各有各的展示标准，他只是竞争激烈的传媒界的一个表演者——这是他本人的话。你必须亲自去聆听他。本人曾几次和他同席而坐，领略他的谈话，此乃三生有幸--和整体文风不搭。常常是别人都不再谈话了，他还在滔滔不绝，这倒不是因为他们沉默了，或者声音被淹没，而是因为，彼情彼景，听他指点江山--用词太过更是一种享受。

引用 echo.chan 2011-12-30 14:33

I don’t know, and who does, if his copious writing will stand up in the way that the work of his politico-literary hero George Orwell has stood up. Those who found little to admire or agree with in Christopher, especially after he backed the Iraq War in 2003, will laugh at the comparison. Even those who enjoyed his overflowing talents as journalist and talker may find it a stretch. Differences of water level and achievement stand out. Yet there are likenesses, too. Neither could tolerate camps, least of all their own: like Orwell, Christopher kept his harshest barbs for the left. Neither were doctrinal and, though Christopher took on big topics—notably religious belief, of which he claimed to have none—his small-motor skills with tricky ideas were no finer than Orwell’s. Neither were really interested in policy or government, though from sheer forensic bravado Christopher would happily take on the best-briefed wonk. Both wrote from an essentially emotional perception about the moral condition of the world. Orwell once praised Charles Dickens for the “vagueness” of his radicalism. He did not mean evasiveness or lack of clarity, but a deep conviction that something was wrong with society and that the only constructive suggestion was: “Behave decently”. Christopher’s constructive suggestions were never so clear, but his negative drive was unmistakeable and gave him a consistency his detractors wrongly said he lacked: locate power, distrust it and take it down a peg, even if you can’t knock it off its perch. Odd as it sounds, somewhere in Christopher was a backwoods --漏译Tory anarchist.

我不知道，他海量的作品能否像乔治•奥威尔（他政论文章的主角）的作品那样经得住历史的考验，可以加个“但”字谁又会知道呢？一些人对他不再found little to---有曾经的意思？ 钦佩和认同，特别是在2003年他支持伊拉克战争之后，将其与奥威尔相提并论，这些人会嗤之以鼻。一些人对这位才华横溢的记者和演说家赞赏有加，但认为与奥威尔相比，他还相差甚远。两人层次不同，成就迥异。但是，他们之间也有很多相似之处。两者都不能容忍阵营的存在，尤其是他们自己的阵营：像奥威尔一样，克里斯托弗不断对左派进行着最无情的鞭挞。他们都不拘泥于教条，尽管克里斯托弗更喜欢表现一些大的主题，他在宗教信仰（他宣称自己不信任何宗教）方面的言论特别引人注目。花哨的手腕运动技巧 what is this?比奥威尔好不了多少。他们没有谁真得对政治和政府真感兴趣，尽管从法庭上的声势？？？来看，克里斯托弗更乐于将自己打扮成一个一本正经的人。他们两人都是根据对世界道德状况的感性理解来写作。奥威尔曾对狄更斯激进主义的“暧昧”大加赞扬，但他并不是说要逃避或放弃清晰，他深信，是社会出了问题，唯一的建设性意见是：表现得体。克里斯托弗的建议从没有如此明确，但他的负面影响--drive？是确定不移的，这种影响贯穿始终，诋毁者们错误地认为这是他所缺乏的：发现权力，怀疑它，即使不能把他拉下马，也要挫杀其锐气。这听起来有点奇怪。但克里斯托弗在某方面，的确像是一个消极的、属于保守党的无政府主义者。

Status and power fascinated him as targets, not as ways to discrimate among people. He was open to everyone and called all comers by first name—that memory again!—even if they were not near friends. My calling him “Christopher” repays the compliment. “Hitchens” would sound both too distant and too knowing.

身份和权力不再是区分人的方法，而成了区分人的目的，一直为克里斯托弗津津乐道---如果这样翻译，表明这是一个事实，克里斯只是陈述。但这实际上只是克里斯的观点。他对所有人敞开心扉，即使不是密友，也能被他喊出名字--first name，这只能让我再一次惊叹他的记忆力。我因称他“克里斯托弗”，而受到称赞，而“希钦斯”听起来太生疏，又彼此心照不宣knowing，这是并列的意思，翻译为“世故的”。

Now I think about it, at that restaurant in Athens it was probably closer to three in the morning. Holding up an empty bottle, Christopher waved it back and forth to get the attention of a waiter, slumped against a far wall. When the waiter came over with a fresh bottle, Christopher raised an empty glass to him and cried with a Byronic flourish, “Eleftheria!”—which means freedom or liberty in Greek. In perfect English the waiter shot back, “We’ve already got that”. The exhausted man had made his point and for once Christopher had no comeback. He’s silent now for good, and, agree with him or disagree, it’s a loss to us all.

现在可能已近凌晨三点，我在雅典的旅馆里陷入沉思。克里斯托弗举着一个空瓶子在向远处靠在墙边的服务生招手，服务生过来了，手里拿着一个新瓶子，克里斯托弗又举起一个空杯子在空中挥动并用拜伦式的华美口气高呼：Eleftheria，这在希腊语中是“自由”的意思。服务生用纯正的英语应答：我们已经得到。筋疲力尽的克里斯托弗阐明了自己的观点--表明了立场，没能再次苏醒过来---他这次没有反唇相讥。现在他永远地沉静了，不论对他认同还是不认同，他的逝世都是我们的一个损失。

引用 mylta 2011-12-30 22:09

echo.chan 发表于 2011-12-30 14:33
I don’t know, and who does, if his copious writing will stand up in the way that the work of his po ...

谢谢你如此费心地点评，我一定会再认真地看一看这篇文章，如能给出一些具体的修改意见，将感激不尽!

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