A holiday dispatch from Spain
The cathedral in Seville, which Jim visited with his family over Christmas holidays. Image found here.
I'm presently in the middle of preparing for the spring semester, so I don't have anything of substance to post on here. But if you have ten minutes or so to spare, I want to encourage you to visit Jim's place, This Analog Life, and read his how-I-spent-the-holidays post. His family flew to Spain to visit him there, and so he found himself in the dual roles of someone still learning his way around Spanish culture and language, on the one hand, and trusted guide on the other. Long-time readers of this blog know I have been a fan of Jim's writing for a long time, and if you visit his place, you'll see why.
Here's his musing on how familiar religious language, when heard in Spanish, prompts him to ponder anew their English equivalents:The mishmash of ancient Hebrew, old Greek, & Sumerian translated into Vulgate Latin translated into King James’ English is what, unavoidably, I think of when I think of the Word of God, so I felt a shock of almost Brechtian alienation to hear a different language retranslate translation into the vernacular. It’s all wrong, you kneejerk unconsciously, and then catch yourself.
Jim also proves to be an able and observant guide as he describes how Christmas and New Year's and Epiphany are celebrated in the places where he happens to find himself with his family. Most such reports, we all know, seem two-dimensional and monochromatic besides, even if there are color pictures accompanying the text. Jim supplies only one picture, but his language doesn't make you miss them.
Spanish, for instance, doesn’t distinguish between ‘meat’ & ‘flesh’ - it is all carne, and the Word Made Flesh is la Palabra hecho carne, the word made meat. ‘Our Lord’ comes out as Señor, the most basic term of address. The word for ‘people’ strikingly, is pueblo, which means not just the town, but a people, a nation, a comprehensive & communal group linked by mutual responsibility & obligation. “The people of God” becomes “el pueblo del Dios” (’We the people’ in the U.S. Constitution becomes Nosotros, el pueblo de los Estados Unidos), so that there is an identification at the basic, root, moral center of the godly language with the village, and not the City, of God. There is no such word in a Spanish Catholic mass as elevated as mankind. We are all hombre, man at the most basic. The language of the mass as a whole seemed more stripped-down & everyday than that of the Anglican English, words at their simplest, without the archaic flavor of, for instance thee and thou, or forgive their trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.
I hope you'll set aside some time and read the whole post.
