Category Archives: Writer Lady Sings the Blues

The muddled feminist and the abusive cowboy (and the irresponsible publisher)

Posted on January 14, 2013 by Sabina Becker

By now you’ve probably heard about Alisa Valdes, the romance novelist who penned a memoir about how she let a right-wing cowboy named Steve rope and tame her like a mustang mare. You’ve probably also heard how all the right-wing … Continue reading →

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Quotable: Isabel Allende on writing

Posted on October 12, 2012 by Sabina Becker

Translation: “Writing is like making love. Don’t worry about the orgasm, concern yourself with the process.”

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Quotable: Margaret Atwood on war

Posted on September 23, 2012 by Sabina Becker
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The Translator’s Tale, or What I Learned From Lupita

Posted on September 11, 2012 by Sabina Becker

Well, today it finally became real. I have incontrovertible evidence that yes, I’m a professional translator now. And that makes me, in a sense, a published author with a byline, too. My contributor copies (ten in English, plus one of … Continue reading →

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Ahem.

Posted on August 16, 2012 by Sabina Becker

Notice anything here? That’s right, Your Humble Scribe is now a published translator, as well as author, poet, blogger, and general nogoodnik. And my genial publisher, Richard Grabman, is looking for people to review this work. We’re hoping to get … Continue reading →

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Quotable: Banksy on advertising

Posted on March 14, 2012 by Sabina Becker

(Ed. note: Yes, I have been posting very lightly of late. I’m at work on a translation project, a book-length one. I’m finding it both stimulating and mentally exhausting simultaneously. I’ll try to talk more about it later, when my … Continue reading →

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Maggie’s melancholy marriage crusade, and me

Posted on February 8, 2012 by Sabina Becker

Ahem. A little mood music, maestro: Ah, that sets the tone brilliantly for what I’m about to say… This morning, this Salon link popped up in my Facebook feed. Maggie Gallagher is a frequent wanker on my weekly list, and … Continue reading →

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The art of the WHAT?

Posted on January 30, 2012 by Sabina Becker

As I prepare to get cracking on my first-ever book-length Spanish-to-English translation (yes, congratulate me, kiddies, your auntie is going pro!), I found some videos while looking up an idiomatic phrase that just didn’t appear in either my Streetwise Spanish … Continue reading →

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Say it ain’t so, Joe.

Posted on December 27, 2011 by Sabina Becker

I happened by chance on this sad item today in the Huffington Post. A familiar picture caught my eye: It only took me a moment to realize where I’d seen it before: in my Twitter feed. Joe followed me, and … Continue reading →

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An open letter to Brendan O’Neill

Posted on November 8, 2011 by Sabina Becker

Dear Brendan O’Neill: You, sir, are a fucking idiot. How’d you like it if I found out where you lived? What would you say if I ferreted out everything about you, from what you eat, to what drugs you do, … Continue reading →

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