- By Edward Clifford
A coal-colored bird, perhaps a blackbird. The frenzied fluttering of his wings contrasts with the amiability of his fellow creatures’ warbling. You’d think he was flailing. This has been going on so long that I want to shout to make him fly away and escape whatever is causing his struggle. Is there a predator nearby, a cat or a marten? No, they don’t climb that high
—from "Merlin" by Caroline Lamarche, Translated by Paul Curtis Daw, Volume 62, Issue 1 (Spring 2021)
Tell us about one of the first pieces you translated.
The very first was Evelyne Trouillot’s “In the Shade of the Almond Tree,” which I discovered in a 2006 issue of La Nouvelle Revue Française devoted to Haitian literature....