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Paul Curtis Daw

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Paul Curtis Daw

United States

Paul Curtis Daw is a lawyer-turned-translator. His translation of Évelyne Trouillot’s novel, Memory at Bay, is published by the University of Virginia Press.

Articles by Paul Curtis Daw

Multilingual

Primal Needs

By Évelyne Trouillot

Was there still a second floor? Don’t think about it.

Translated from French by Paul Curtis Daw

Multilingual

The Iron Caterpillar

By J. William Cally

He had the sense of a giant creature slithering within the tunnel.

Translated from French by Paul Curtis Daw

Brine, Blood, and Mother’s Milk

By Évelyne Trouillot

I still tremble from the child's furtive attention.

Translated from French by Paul Curtis Daw

Multilingual

Gandhi’s Admirer

By Pan Bouyoucas

And I'm supposed to become an accomplice to these Frankensteins!

Translated from French by Paul Curtis Daw

From the Translator: Paul Curtis Daw on Translating Vincent Mondiot

By Paul Curtis Daw

While leisurely making my way through a collection of winning entries from the 2006 French young writer’s competition, I was brought up short by “Ils viennent toujours en l’automne.” …

They Always Come in the Autumn

By Vincent Mondiot

The two who flanked the tallest one wore strange gas masks, giving them the appearance of insects with round, dull glass eyes.

Translated from French by Paul Curtis Daw

The Black Marne

By Jocelyn Dupré

When she hugged me from behind and put her cold hands on my chest, my own hand holding the razor twitched.

Translated from French by Paul Curtis Daw

In the Shade of the Almond Tree

By Évelyne Trouillot

Why doesn't your mother come back to look for you, constantly asked the woman.

Translated from French by Paul Curtis Daw

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Articles by Paul Curtis Daw

Respecting the Diversity of Creativity

from “My Body Laid Bare”

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Primal Needs

The Iron Caterpillar

Brine, Blood, and Mother’s Milk

Gandhi’s Admirer

From the Translator: Paul Curtis Daw on Translating Vincent Mondiot

They Always Come in the Autumn

The Black Marne

In the Shade of the Almond Tree