Writers Week

Parul Sehgal said, "All literature is literature in translation. There is no mother tongue. All of it migrates out of the body, out of a tangle of sensations and intuitions, obscure rancor and desire; we hunt racks of ready-made language for words that might fit." Marcel Proust seemed to agree, saying that "the function and the task of a writer are those of a translator." If this is the case, what then? How does our task as writers draw upon the skills of listening, reading, playing and imagining that translation demands?