If you’re looking to try out your German translation skills the German company no man’s land contacted us and is looking for submissions for its 2011 issue coming out in November. no man’s land is now accepting poetry and prose electronically and by mail. If interested contact Isabel Cole. Viel Glück!
Call for Submissions – no man’s land # 6
Contemporary German-language fiction and poetry in English translation.
Deadline: August 6, 2011.
no man’s land, the online journal for contemporary German literature in translation, is seeking submissions for its 2011 issue.
For prose, send up to 3 texts (stories or self-contained novel excerpts, max. 4,000 words each) by one or different contemporary* writers. For poetry, send work by up to 3 poets, each to a maximum of 5 poems. No simultaneous submissions, please, and – with some possible exceptions** – no previously-published translations. The deadline is August 6, 2011 (postmark date), and we will inform contributors by early September 2011; the issue will go online in November. We regret that we are unable to offer honoraria.
Please include your contact information, biographical and publication information (for both translator and author) and a copy of the original. Also, please provide proof of permission from the original publisher and/or author – whoever holds the rights to the piece (this could be a copy of a letter, or forward us an e-mail).
If you can include the original text in file format (PDF or other), we prefer that you send submissions electronically to Isabel Cole at firstname.lastname@example.org. Otherwise, mail them to no man’s land, PO Box 02 13 04, 10125 Berlin, Germany.
To save us time and keep us from misplacing your work, please observe the following guidelines for electronic submissions:
1) Submit all texts (poems or prose) by one author in the same file (i.e. not a separate file for each little poem).
2) Name the file with your translation as follows: pr for prose, ly for poetry_your last name_the author’s last name_e. So Anthea Bell’s translation of prose by E. T. A. Hoffmann would be: pr_bell_hoffmann_e.doc. Name the file with the original the same way, but ending with _dt (pr_bell_hoffmann_dt.doc). Stephen Mitchell’s translation of Rilke poems would be ly_mitchell_rilke_e.doc, and the original would be ly_mitchell_rilke_dt.doc.
Apologies if this sounds complicated, but it really would be a great help!
For more information, see our “Translators’ Tips” on the no man’s land website and feel free to contact us at the above e-mail address.
We look forward to reading your work!
The Editors, no man’s land
*Defined more or less as writers currently active, or active in the later 20th/early 21st century. When in doubt, query!
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