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starfallkaz · 7 months
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Babel Spoilers!!!
Been thinking a lot about Letty Price and her inability to comprehend how the act of Robin, Victoire and Ramy standing up and joining a resistance against Babel was so integral to their identities and experiences as POC and scholars in Britain.
How could they hate and do this to a nation that gave them so much? That gave them literature and translation, education and funding and the ability to expand their minds. How could they turn their backs on that?
She could not conceive that they had been given these opportunities, but at every turn they were disrespected and mistreated for who they were. Given rewards and treats and opportunities with the consolation that yes “you are lesser than” but don’t worry we can beat the ethnic out of you. And to hang that over you, it is only natural to form a twisted sense of self-worth contingent on the whily and abusive whims of their oppressor. The constant need to prove that they were worthy of acknowledgment, of this position. The anger and twisted gratuity for the opportunity, but injustice in being used for their minds and their abilities by an empire refusing to acknowledge them as humans, let alone equals. Stolen bodies and stolen lands.
And Letty, her only framework of suffering was the coddling of a girl in an upperclass white family and the restrictions of conservative social constructs. That while hindering and discouraging, were not a question of life and death or of humanity, but of simple opportunity and intelligence. And looking through these eyes, how could she comprehend such a thing?
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mondeeznuts · 1 year
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He went back to his first morning in Oxford: climbing a sunny hill with Ramy, picnic basket in hand. Elderflower cordial. Warm brioche, sharp cheese, a chocolate tart for dessert. The air that day smelled like a promise, all of Oxford shone like an illumination, and he was falling in love.
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the-book-ferret · 10 months
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“That's just what translation is, I think. That's all speaking is. Listening to the other and trying to see past your own biases to glimpse what they're trying to say. Showing yourself to the world, and hoping someone else understands.” ― R.F. Kuang, Babel: An Arcane History
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soualexander · 1 year
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One of my absolute favourite things I made this year! God, Babel was so GOOD!
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sovawanders · 1 year
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I am back! wasn’t really here for long in the first place but whatever (:: anyways, I present to you some Babel fan art (if the big bold letters on the art itself weren’t enough of a hint o.o) I am almost done with the book and unless something drastically changes I am a fan, and Poppy War has jumped significantly on my tbr Art Nuveau is ofc not the appropriate style for the period but as you will probably notice in the future it is my default for when I don’t know how to fill the background soooo...
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chucklepea-hotpot · 10 months
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it drives me crazy how in the german version birdie was "translated" with robbie. always an act of betrayal, huh.
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reverie-quotes · 1 year
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A lie was not a lie if it was never uttered; questions that were never asked did not need answers. They would both remain perfectly content to linger in the liminal, endless space between truth and denial.
— R. F. Kuang, Babel
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for-evervale · 1 year
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I NEED TUMBLR USERS TO READ BABEL BY RF KUANG I DONT CARE IF YOU DONT READ BOOKS GO READ IT
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metrogeek · 2 years
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kalamitis · 1 year
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Made this and dedicated it to the white woman who posted such a bad review of Babel on insta that I ordered the book immediately!
Have both the part with the review and the reaction image to throw on the bottom of future bad reviews! lol
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ainhoa-herram · 1 year
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I need to know Robin Swift's real name
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starfallkaz · 10 months
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oh the parallels of Robin and Rin only being able to find peace in death, and the silence of it all. After all they did and all that was done to them. Those moments of silence before it all ended. Seeing how Victoire survived and thrived, and the strength of her being able to care out that space for herself —to choose to live. But then seeing how Nezha wasn’t given that choice, to choose life. To even begin to want life. How it was thrust upon him, a weighted legacy inherited. Thinking about Nezha shouldering that burden, slowly standing up, and continuing on.
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mondeeznuts · 1 year
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"Do keep up, Birdie."
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coffeewithcutcaffeine · 10 months
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Betrayal. Translation means doing violence upon the original, means warping and distorting it for foreign, unintended eyes. So then where does that leave us? How can we conclude, except by acknowledging that an act of translation is then necessarily always an act of betrayal?
— BABEL; or, The Necessity of Violence (An Arcane History of the Oxford Translators' Revolution)
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sovawanders · 1 year
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I finished the book! and omg, I just... “He clung to them, lingered there as long as he could, refused to let his mind go anywhere else.“ for my own sanity I’ve decided to cling to those parts as well.
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sunnyrainshine · 2 years
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I just finished reading Babel by Rebecca F. Kuang and HOLY FUCKING SHIT IT WAS SOOOO GOOD, SUCH A BRILLIANT AND MESMERISING AND HEARTBREAKING READ
Dare I say? The best book I've read this year
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