Lingua Franca

Luc Sante

In order to write of my childhood I have to translate. It is as if I were writing about someone else. As a boy, I lived in French; now, I live in English. The words don’t fit, because languages are not equivalent to one another. If I say, ‘I am a boy; I am lying in my bed; I am sitting in my roo…

Night in the Afternoon
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