I just received an invitation to the award ceremony for the French-American Foundation & Florence Gould Foundation Annual Translation Prizes, and since I think I missed the announcement of the finalists, I thought I’d take this chance to congratulate all ten translators being honored.
John Cullen for Brodeck by Philippe Claudel (Nan A. Talese/Doubleday)
C. Dickson for Desert by J.M.G. Le Clezio (David R. Godine Publishing)
Richard Howard for Alien Hearts by Guy de Maupassant (New York Review Books)
Charlotte Mandell for The Kindly Ones by Jonathan Littell (HarperCollins)
Richard Sieburth for The Salt Smugglers by Gerard de Nerval (Archipelago Books)
Beverley Bie Brahic for This Incredible Need to Believe by Julia Kristeva (Columbia University Press)
M.B. DeBevoise for Manichaeism by Michel Tardieu (University of Illinois Press)
Jody Gladding for On the Death and Life of Languages by Claude Hagege (Yale University Press/Odile Jacob)
George Holoch for Orphans of the Republic by Olivier Wieviorka (Harvard University Press)
Loic Wacquant for Prisons of Poverty by Loic Wacquant (University of Minnesota Press)
Great list of translators/books/publishers . . .
The prizes will be given out on Thursday, September 16th at a special event at the Gallery at the Century Association. For more information about the awards (and how to attend the ceremony/reception—which is always quite stunning) contact Sierra Schaller at sschaller [at] frenchamerican [dot] org.
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