Volume 2, Number 6 · April 30, 1964
On Translating Pushkin Pounding the Clavichord
By Vladimir Nabokov
The author of a soon-to-be-published translation may find it awkward to criticize a just published translation of the same work, but in the present case I can, and should, master my embarrassment; for something must be done, some lone, hoarse voice must be raised, to defend both the helpless dead poet and the credulous college student from the kind of pitiless and irresponsible paraphrast whose product[*] I am about to discuss.
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