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Norwegian Translator Steinar Lone Wins the 2008 Prize for Dazzling / Orbitor. Aripa Stângă
No. 12 - Leo Butnaru
Norwegian Translator Steinar Lone Wins the 2008 Prize for Dazzling / Orbitor. Aripa Stângă
March 06, 2009
In its statement the Norwegian Critics’s Union writes that Orbitor. Aripa Stângă is part of a partially autobiographical trilogy begun in 1996 and just finished in 2007. Young Mircea’s childhood and adolescence in
Bucharest are supported by nuanced language full of emotion, and they are described in such a way that the lost universe of childhood with all its fantasies…discoveries and states of change come through with glass-like clarity. Metamorphosis and memory are leitmotifs in this hyper-realist novel. Steiner Lone’s profound interest in culture and history and his deep interest in this particular writer contribute to the recreation of Cărtărescu’s special style and the recreation of the novel’s complex literary architecture.
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This July, The Observer Translation Project leaves its usual format to present a special CRISIS ISSUE. Things are tough all over. Hard Times suddenly feels like the book of the moment. The global economic crisis impacts life as we know it, and viewed from Bucharest the effects reverberate in domains that include geo-politics and publishing in Romania and abroad, with the crisis at The Observer Translation Project as an instance of a universal phenomenon.
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