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Judith Sollosy

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Judith Sollosy

Judith Sollosy is the translator of contemporary Hungarian authors Péter Esterházy, Mihály Kornis, Lajos Parti Nagy, and István Örkény. She is senior editor at Corvina Books, Budapest, and teaches translation studies and creative writing at ELTE (Budapest University). Her most recent translations include Péter Esterházy's Celestial Harmonies (2004) and Not Art (2010). Her book on translation, Hunglish Into English. The Elements of Translation from Hungarian Into English, was published last year. She is a graduate of Barnard College, Columbia University, and the State University of New York at Buffalo.

Articles by Judith Sollosy

Lou’s Last Letter to Feri’s Wife
By János Háy
Don’t go telling me what you told me Christine, ‘cause I’m not buying it, the thing about Feri going to T-Mobile and having them tap the voice mail on your cell phone.
Translated from Hungarian by Judith Sollosy
Oh, Those Chubby Genes
By Lajos Parti Nagy
Three homeless individuals. Except they're the size of the embassy.
Translated from Hungarian by Judith Sollosy
The China Doll
By Ervin Lázár
You want us to exhume her?” Mrs. Bűtös said, trembling.
Translated from Hungarian by Judith Sollosy
from “Communist Monte Cristo”
By Noémi Szécsi
The state police came for Great Granddad only in April, and just when he’d made such a nice adjustment to the people’s republic and its tattered legitimacy!
Translated from Hungarian by Judith Sollosy
Blessed Margaret
By Virág Erdős
To a guy looking like the law was after him she gave Pest, and to some other homeless sorts, she gave Buda.
Translated from Hungarian by Judith Sollosy
The Toad Prince
By Mihály Kornis
Nobody is hated as much as I. Every day when I go to school, I think this will be the last.
Translated from Hungarian by Judith Sollosy
Kornél Esti’s Bicycle Or: The Structure Of The World
By Péter Esterházy
That rotten, stinking thief got on the bicycle carefully, respectfully, that’s great, he said, first I pick up speed, and with that, picking up speed, he took off quick as lightning
Translated from Hungarian by Judith Sollosy