The study of literature
in translation bears as many benefits as it does drawbacks, and in my own life
I have come to find that one can only judge the matter, on the basis of its impact
on their own life, be it positive or negative.
At the very onset an
obvious argument for translated work would be that it allows for the spreading
of ideas, allowing people who would otherwise have no access to a story or
work, to have access to it.
Literature has long
served as a medium for radical innovation and growth, and it this sentiment
that gave way to expressions such as the pen being mightier than the sword. If
the literature of a single people can lead to a paradigm shift in society how
much more the combined insight of all the world’s authors, past and present.
What’s more such exposure
allows for a fresh appreciation and perspective on life, as readers are enabled
to view life through the eyes of a different people, culture, race and creed.
That being said it is in
this convenience and all inclusiveness that problems begin to arise. Languages
are highly diverse in their execution and form, and for this reason how could
one expect to accurately translate a text written in Khmer, a language with 74
letters, to a language such as English, which only has 26 letters. Countless
details would be undoubtedly lost in the process, whole words and phrases, and
the original meaning of the text would be forever different to that of the
translated work.
It is for this reason
that translated works can be seen as false emulations, parodies if you will
that water down the tenor and essence of their original works.
Be that as it may, I am
of the belief that something is better than nothing, and even if literate in translation
does provides insights that were not intended by the author, they still provide
content that would otherwise be nonexistent.