Eponine Howarth

A Translation of A Translation

‘Y en el juego angustioso de un espejo frente a otro cae mi voz y mi voz que madura y mi voz quemadura...

(Re)Drawing the Contours: A Translation of a Painting

I recently told Nacho, the editor of Paraphrasis, that I would engage in the translation of a painting. I have long...

Romain Gary : On Politics

In this episode, Eleonora speaks to Eponine Howarth about: diplomat, writer, film director, Romain Gary...

The Veil of Ignorance

I wouldn’t exactly say that Rawls is my muse. The terminology seems a bit weird and the reader might imagine something quite different—especially given that the context is the stimulus for La Piccioletta Barca magazine’s 28th Issue.

The Death of Fellini & Other Poems

Poems by Jacques Prévert translated by E.H.‍

Zen or the Art of Gardening

Cultivating a garden for a prolonged period of time and subsequently ruining it is frustrating. So, I devised some basic gardening tips for beginners. Gardening is by no means an exact science, even experienced gardeners make mistakes.

Tweaking Neurones

The very act of remembering can change memories. Both tucking away an old memory or building a new one involves tweaking a tiny subset of the neurones in the brain and adjusting the way they communicate.

A Week as Umberto Eco’s Model Reader

I became Umberto Eco’s Model Reader for a week. This was neither an easy decision, nor a simple task.

L’Art de Ponctuer

The Art of Punctuation

We punctuate a life, as we punctuate a story, or a poem. It’s the art of cutting, pacing, harnessing, detaching brigades of words, or moments. The page has to breathe for the meaning to pass. Punctuation is a matter of a breath.

The Waltz of Missing Words

In France, every new edition of the dictionary Le Petit Larousse removes around five hundred words. This means that, since its first edition in 1906, nearly ten thousand words have been withdrawn. Sure, plenty of new words have been added instead over time, but don’t you wonder what happened to the words that fell into disuse?

Translating Pasolini

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