Ilse Brandt’s sentences are short, and the silences between them are long. Translating her means keeping both: resisting the urge to explain, and trusting English readers to hear what is not said.
In The Glass Orchard there is one word, used for the light in the glasshouse at dusk, that appears in German throughout. Some words belong to a place.
A demo article for the Foliowick theme. The press, its authors and its books are fictional.
