Lost in Translation?

Suz – a self-described Francophile writes about her lifelong desire to speak French.  Suz lives in the states with (who she calls) her half French husband.  Their running joke is – her next husband with be full French. 

Lost in Translation?

When ma belle-mère, Colette told me this summer “Don’t order a wine”, I just smiled.  I should start by saying that over the last 30 years, I’ve said to my husband a thousand times “I know that your mom didn’t mean to be rude, but…”

I can’t tell you how many times, she has said things to me that if someone else heard them they would cringe.  But, I’ve learned that it’s just – what I’ve come to call lost in translation or LIT.  Over the years I’ve watched for this in other non-native English speakers, and it really exists.  It’s hard to describe, but in a nutshell as good as her English is, the little subtleties that occur in a language are LIT.  You can translate words, but trying to translate a subtlety is extremely difficult if not impossible.  I’m sure I’d have the same issue if I spoke French or another language, but I don’t – cause oh – I can’t but I’m trying.

Don’t order a wine” Colette said as we walked out of the house one afternoon heading downtown to people watch.  “Quoi” I said.  “Don’t order a wine, they’ll think you’re a drunk” she responded.  I’m sure the look on my face prompted her follow-up.   “French people don’t drink wine in the afternoon – they’ll think you’re a drunk” she grinned.  “Okay… then what should I order?” I said.  “A Panache” she grinned.

Now, this is not my first or second or even third trip to France.  I’ve been to France many times; I’ve been to French gatherings, restaurants, homes, etc…  It’s different but it’s not that different.  I’ve never been uncomfortable and I don’t ever recall anyone ever being rude to me.  I usually just follow along and I’ve never had any problems.  So, as I explain this, I don’t want it to sound like she was trying to school me in French etiquette.  She wasn’t.  She was really just trying to say “have a great time”.  No for real, that’s all she meant.  Don’t read into it.  There was no sarcasm intended.  She just wanted us to have a nice time and of course to subtly remind us that the French don’t drink wine in the afternoon.  LIT at its finest.

When my daughter was born I planned on naming her Danielle.  Until the day I got a letter in the mail from Colette that said “I guess a name like Jennifer just wouldn’t be good enough for you guys”.  What she really meant was – she liked the name Jennifer and she was tossing it out there as an option.  My daughter’s name is Jennifer.

Just so you know, I personally would not have ordered a wine in the afternoon.  Normally I would have ordered a grand crème to wake me up and my husband would have had a Belgian beer.  But, this day I ordered a Panache.

Believe me there have been times that I’ve shaken my head thinking – wow that did not come out very nice.  But there’s never any ill intent.  It’s merely LIT.

I’ve learned to listen for what she is not saying – rather than to what she is saying.  And it’s always with love and good intentions.

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Annie is the producer of the Join Us in France Travel Podcast which you can find on iTunes or via your favorite podcasting App. Join her on Facebook: search for the Join Us in France Closed Group and ask to join one of the most active communities of Francophiles on Facebook.