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Le Ton beau de Marot: In Praise of the Music of Language (ISBN 0465086454), published by Basic Books in 1997, is a book by Douglas Hofstadter in which he explores the meaning, strengths, failings, and beauty of translation.
The title itself is a pun, revealing many of the themes of the work: le ton beau means the beautiful tone or the sweet tone. But the word order is unusual for French; it would be more common to write le beau ton. A French speaker hearing the title spoken would be more likely to interpret it as le tombeau de Marot; where tombeau may mean tomb (as per the cover picture), but also a work of art (literature or music) done in memory and homage to a deceased person. (The title is intended to parallel the title of Maurice Ravel's Le Tombeau de Couperin.)
In a further play on the title, Hofstadter refers to his deceased wife as "my rose" or "ma rose", and the book is dedicated to her.
At the surface level, the book treats the difficulties and rewards of translating works (particularly poetry) from one human language to another. Diverse translations (usually to English) of a short poem in Renaissance French, Clément Marot's A une Damoyselle malade (referred to as Ma mignonne by Hofstadter), serve as reference points for his ideas on the subject. Groups of translations alternate with analysis and commentary on the same throughout the book. However, Hofstadter's reading of the idea of translation goes deeper than simply that of translating between languages. Translation between frames of reference languages, cultures, modes of expression, or indeed between one person's thoughts and another becomes an element in many of the same concepts Hofstadter has addressed in prior works, such as reference and self-reference, structure and function, and artificial intelligence.
A particularly strong theme of this book is the loss of Hofstadter's wife Carol, who died of a brain tumor while the book was being written; she also created one of the numerous translations of Marot's poem presented in the book. In this context the poem dedicated to a sick lady gains yet another deeply tragic and personal meaning, even though the translations were started long before her illness was even known.
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