#-of switching to whichever language has the best words and connotations and grammatical structure for its intended purpose
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
For the two people who care about trilingual fic, I need to talk about the hair. Because when I was translating, it was something I didn't remember doing that really surprised me.
Okay so each of the Wicker's hair is symbolic of their characters but especially Joel's character arc (which I'm working on a conclusion for because it never got that far initially)
So Joel's whole thing is he's incredibly aggressive to people outside of his family because he pretty much blames them for why Jocelyn left (and also why Jacob briefly left). He also is desperate for Jacob's approval because Jacob is his father figure. His family are his only connections and he is desperate to keep them. Now Joel is the only one who doesn't have blonde hair. It was blonde when he was younger but it got darker. So now he bleaches it to try and fit in with his family. But since he has absolutely no interest in hair and beauty it's completely fried and dead and often grown out. He's clinging to a family identity at the expense of his individual identity and when I was translating and realised I'd embedded that into what his hair looked like I deeply questioned why a brain so tried it couldn't stick to one language could write better symbolism than it does fully conscious.
#trilingual fic#sometimes I forget I wrote this#I'll be reading my translation notes and think: oh look that's such a good way to phrase that because *insert English lit analysis here*#and then suddenly I'll think: WAIT I WROTE THIS! I WROTE SOMETHING THIS GOOD?#The full comprehensive version is no where near as good as the original but the original has the benefit-#-of switching to whichever language has the best words and connotations and grammatical structure for its intended purpose#The original also has some god-awful grammar that can't be deciphered#I think those might be related to when I got stuck at work because the council didn't issue flood warnings until 4 am#Still sad all the chickens died in the most recent flood - I remember when they used to greet me if I walked past them#I was packing someone's order the next day and started crying when bagging the raw chicken#why am I talking about this now? My tags are always so incoherent#In case anyone wants to know: the chickens weren't mine they were just next to where I volunteer
3 notes
·
View notes