The Castle of Translators

Seneffe.  H. is beaming as we walk into the courtyard.  It is girdled by a horseshoe of former 18th century stables, now turned into guest rooms.  In front of us, beyond the railings, are the tall trees belonging to the domaine.  He points beyond the fountain,  in the centre of the courtyard.  “That’s the room where I stayed in ’96.  It was the first year they had the Collège des Traducteurs here.  They pulled out all the stops – we were driven here from Brussels, waiters in white jackets serving dinner, the Directrice getting all the translators to tell a joke at the table, to break the ice.”

Seneffe Commons

H. has been on a translator’s retreat in Seneffe half a dozen times.  There are photos of him in that first-year album.  Darker hair.  Slimmer build.  The same dreaming expression hidden by the glasses.

Seneffe Chateau

The château of Seneffe has been turned into a museum of  silverware.  The Commons – former servant quarters and stables – host every summer a retreat for literary translators from all over the world working on books by French-language Belgian writers.  We take a walk around the grounds of the domaine, which are gradually being restored to their original 18th century design.  There are the symmetrical hedges of the French-style gardens, an aviary with brightly-feathered budgies, and two lamas grazing in an enclosure.  There is the thick, luxuriant woodland, with tall, dark trees, very still against the grey Hainault sky.  At the bottom of a shady, tree-lined path, the silhouette of a tall man in a wide-brimmed hat – a statue – standing in front of a stone bench.  From where I’m standing, it looks like a quirky painting by Magritte.

Seneffe Magritte

 

I stop to admire a rusty iron bridge that curves across a pond, to a kind of mound with a flat top.  Monet would certainly have painted this, if he’d seen it.  The kind of mound you could stand on and recite Shakespeare at the top of your voice.

Seneffe Mound

Later, in the seminar room, translators from Rumania, China, Ukraine, Germany, Poland,   Bulgaria and England take their seats at a large, oval table strewn with dozens of books by French Belgian authors.  Two writers are introducing a literary magazine about to celebrate its three hundredth issue, Marginales.  A magazine that launched many an illustrious career.

At dinner, the chef steps out of the kitchen to announce the composition of every course.  Apparently, it is the tradition at Seneffe.  Tonight is a special occasion, the birthday of one of the translators.  The Directrice makes us wear party hats as the chef places before the birthday boy a strawberry cake with a steel tube sparkler pouring out a flow of shooting stars.  We all cheer.  I listen to everyone talk about the books they are translating from French.  I feel as though I’ve been introduced into an international family of wordsmiths., of language shapeshifters.  Some of them are regulars at Seneffe.

Seneffe Courtyard

In the morning, after a couple of hours of working on my translation, I go back to the seminar room and start avidly looking through the books on the table.  To be invited to a residency at Seneffe, the requirement is that you translate a French Belgian writer.  So I’m looking.

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14 Responses to The Castle of Translators

  1. I feel like I’m right there with you, the descriptions are so vivid! And yes, that photo of the statue is so reminiscent of Magritte. Love it!

  2. How exciting, to participate not only in a part of history, but in history also in the making in the renovations! And thank you so much for being industrious and painstaking enough to share the lovely photos–they are amazing (and so are you!).

  3. Lovely mise-en-scène, conveying a sense of you wandering in silent contemplation among your new family of wordsmiths, waiting for the next translation to wink at you.

  4. Sue Cumisky says:

    A fairytale world! Philippa of Hainault is one of my favourite Queens of England. I wonder what she would make of the present day. A fascinating place and it is so good to know that old fashioned courtesies still exist. Enjoy!

    • scribedoll says:

      I first read about Philippa of Hainault in Maurice Druon’s series ‘Les Rois Maudits’ which I got thoroughly engrossed in as a teenager.
      Thank you for your comment.

  5. sammee44 says:

    Thank you, Katia–I’ve never heard of Seneffe, but reading your post and seeing your photos, I feel as if I’m really there! I hope you do have that opportunity to return in a residency–so much history.
    I hope you find your French-Belgian writer to translate. . . Ciao, J

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