Viktor Klemperer, Values-Based Identity, German and Dutch Perspectives Online, and Two Glorious Mistranslations
Posted by Stephen Lewis on November 19, 2008
Links to my recent piece on The Language of the Third Reich and the Politics of Middle Names led me to two articles in the English-language online edition of the German news magazine Der Spiegel treating German-Jewish wartime diarist and analyst of totalitarian language, Viktor Klemperer. The first article contains an excerpt from an entry in Klemperer’s diary written in the aftermath of the firebombing of Dresden. The second article refers to a diary entry written earlier in the war in which Klemperer poses the conundrum that, based on enlightenment values, it is he who is German and the Nazis and their supporters — the very people who exclude him from German identity and, in the end, the very right to live — who are un-German and destroyers of all that is German. Klemperer’s entry poses the opposition of values-based communities to contrived 19th and 20th century concepts of race-, ethnicity-, and language-based nation states having exclusive title to present and promised geographic territories.
Both articles appeared in Spiegel Online International which, despite its somewhat Time magazine-like style, is an excellent window though which monolingual Anglophones can observe European affairs and opinions up close, as well as US affairs through European eyes. Americans often hold forth about the arrogance and condescension of Europeans towards them but, quite oddly, few if any Americans ever read the European press.
Spiegel Online International appears on the web in association with nrc.nl, the English-language web presence of the NRC Handelsblad, the erudite albeit sometimes pompous paper-of-record of the Netherlands. The realization of a combined Dutch-German news presence online says much about the efforts Western Europe has made to transcend national differences and wartime scars. It also says much about the power of the internet to erode artificial distinctions of national mindsets. (Note to Blackberry and iPhone users: Spiegel Online is also available in a mobile edition).
Glorious Mistranslations
Among the features of nrc.nl is its Denglish blog, a regularly updated compendium of malapropism-like mistranslations. The editor of Denglish asks readers to submit their favorite Dutch-English linguistic confusions. Here, thus, are two of mine:
1. Supporting the Undertaker
At a meeting of the World Economic Forum during the 1970s, Joop Den Uyl, leader of the Netherlands’ Labor Party (PvdA) spoke on the role of labor-private sector rapprochement in strengthening his country’s economy. Den Uyl proudly announced: “In Holland we social-democrats always support the undertaker!” (The Dutch word for entrepreneur is ondernemer, literally under-taker.)
2. Equine Sex
Some years later, the Netherlands’ conservative Christian Democrat Premier Dries van Agt, when asked by Margeret Thatcher what he planned to do in his upcoming retirement, confided: “Madame, I plan to fuck horses.” (Fokken is the Dutch verb meaning “to breed.”) Legend has it that the Iron Lady replied without missing a beat: “I wish you success!”
Denglishman said
The former Christian Democrat Prime Minister’s name is Dries van Agt (one “a”). The dutch verb for “to breed” is “fokken” (“f” not “v”).
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Stephen Lewis said
Jos/Denglishman. Thanks for correcting my “fokken” spelling and for catching the van A(a)gt typo. I guess my Dutch is becoming rusty (and Germanized!) as the years go by … and subject to the obverse of the foibles documented on the Denglish blog. SL
Daniel Shunra said
This story has been attributed to many people; I doubt that the attribution to Van Agt is authentic.
Patrick Lemmens said
My German teacher in high school had a story about minister Luns. No idea if it is true or not.
Anyway the story goes that he was in Germany and had heard that peoples rent had gone up. So he said: “Ich hab gehört das die huren hoch gegangen sind!”
Stephen Lewis said
Wonderful. Thank you. Patrick! I can imagine the serious mustachioed Luns’s deadpan delivery.