translation studies. retrospective and prospective views
translation studies. retrospective and prospective views
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magic, of legend <strong>and</strong> myth, the story seems to be the reenactment of an<br />
ancient myth: Ulysses’s voyage <strong>and</strong> quest of the self or Theseus who enters<br />
the Cretan labyrinth.<br />
The labyrinth that Nicholas refers to many times is a recurrent motif<br />
in The Magus <strong>and</strong> may st<strong>and</strong> for the labyrinth of the text itself which is in<br />
the making, which is created before us. “My heart was beating faster than it<br />
should. It was partly at the thought of meeting Julie, partly at something far<br />
more mysterious, the sense that I was now deep in the strangest maze in<br />
Europe.” (313)<br />
John Mepham (in ‘Narratives of Postmodernism’) states that poststructuralism<br />
considers that the labyrinth is the best image for the<br />
postmodernist text:<br />
The text as a reified locus of determinacy is replaced by textuality,<br />
often figured by the metaphor of the labyrinth. As it incorporates<br />
decentring, difference, differance <strong>and</strong> other grammatological moves,<br />
the labyrinth (image of the text) places writing before us as the setting<br />
of the abyss. (1996: par. 6)<br />
Conchis is in fact a thinly disguised surrogate for the author himself<br />
<strong>and</strong> the use of such an author surrogate is also a sign of self-reflexivity (not<br />
to mention that Robert Foulkes shares with John Robert Fowles one of his<br />
two Christian names – Robert – <strong>and</strong> Foulkes seems to be a mispronounced<br />
Fowles, which is again an element that tie the real ‘author’ to his fictional<br />
work). There is little doubt that Conchis is a mask for his creator, a<br />
camouflage, an alter-ego, a voice for his deepest beliefs. Conchis is a<br />
persona that expresses Fowles’s ideas <strong>and</strong> <strong>views</strong> on subjects ranging from<br />
music <strong>and</strong> art to literary realism, from good <strong>and</strong> evil to truth <strong>and</strong> beauty,<br />
from freedom of choice <strong>and</strong> existential authenticity to human selfishness<br />
<strong>and</strong> ‘collector-consciousness’. Conchis’s discussions with Nicholas become<br />
true essays on philosophical <strong>and</strong> literary issues. The status of the novel<br />
itself as a genre with its own conventions is brought to the fore. In<br />
Conchis’s reply – “The novel is dead” (96) – one can easily discern an echo<br />
of the postmodernist debate on the novel <strong>and</strong> its conventions.<br />
‘What do you read?’ […]<br />
‘Oh…novels mainly. Poetry. And criticism.’<br />
‘I have not a single novel here.’<br />
‘No?’<br />
‘The novel is no longer an art form.’<br />
I grinned.<br />
‘Why do you smile?’<br />
‘It was a sort of joke when I was at Oxford. If you didn’t know what to<br />
say at a party, you used to ask a question like that.’<br />
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