I got a surprise in the mail this morning–Joshua’s translation of my book, Bell Mountain, into Japanese. I can’t read a word of it, but this is just so cool! How many of us get to have our words translated into another language.
There’s a Bell Mountain in Portuguese, too.
Joshua worked very hard at this, and so did his mother, and it took them two years to finish the job. It was a labor of love, and I pray the book sells like hotcakes in Japan.
Our friend Joshua and his mother have finished their work of translating my book, Bell Mountain, into Japanese.
It’s also been translated into Portuguese.
This was a lot of work and it took quite a while. Now the trick is to get it published. Joshua has some ideas about that.
I guess because I’ve watched too many Toshiro Mifune movies I expected the Japanese title of my book to sound like something in a movie–Suzo-no-Yama (“Yama” means mountain, one of the few Japanese words I know). But it only turned out to be Belu Maontehn (and I think the U is silent). Oh, well. We can’t all be in a Zatoichi (“The Blind Swordsman”) story.
I’m humbled that Joshua thought so highly of my book that he wished to do all that work on it, all of which he volunteered. But that also tells me I’ve created something worthwhile, by the grace of God.
Joshua requested this excerpt from Bell Mountain. This is how my two protagonists, Jack and Ellayne, first met. We join Jack as he’s contemplating an expedition to Bell Mountain. The two of them are about ten years old. Here goes!
“When are you going?”
Jack jumped, startled by the voice behind him… He came down with his hair standing on end at the back of his neck, fists balled–and was even madder when he saw who it was.
“What are you doing here?” he snapped. “Who do you think you are, sneaking up on me like that?”
It was the girl from the chamber house, the stuck-up one, the councilor’s daughter. She had her golden hair in braids. She wore a dress that was cleaner than anything Jack had ever owned and shiny new shoes.
“What are you doing here!” he said.
“I followed you from the chamber house yesterday. I was in the hallway, right outside the classroom, and you charged right past and never saw me.”
“Is that so?”
“You needn’t be so snotty,” she said. “I came for my lesson, and I heard you and Ashrof talking, and you said you were going to climb Bell Mountain. Are you?”
“What business is it of yours? I don’t even know your name.” He did know, but he was too angry to remember it.
“It’s Ellayne. My father is Roshay Bault, the chief councilor. I know your name. It’s Jack Bucket. Silly name!”
For two spits he would have knocked her down, but he knew boys didn’t hit girls–especially girls whose fathers were councilors. Van [his stepfather] would sell him to the Heathen for a human sacrifice if he hit this girl. ***
And there you have it. Jack wound up stuck with Ellayne as his companion, and together they planned their journey to Bell Mountain. If you want to know how it turned out–well, read the book! Just click “Books” on my home page, to find out more about it (and the others in the series) and to order it, if you like, from the publisher or through amazon.com. You can do it without leaving this blog.
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Just by personal experience, we could have had a terrible problem with identity theft, had the thief not made a really stupid mistake that not only saved us, but also made his crime completely useless to him. No, I mustn’t say what that mistake was: whoever is the criminal moron out there, we want him to continue making it.
Here’s everything you ever wanted to know about those strange animals called “knuckle-bears” (because they walk on their knuckles)–plus some stuff that you can just ignore, about evolution and jillions of years, etc.
These were once found all over the world, but now they’re supposed to be extinct. If you read Bell Mountain, you know they’ve reappeared in Lintum Forest, venturing out at night and silently returning in the stillness of the dawn. Not even Helki knows where they sleep and bear their young.
It seems the Lord Our God was particularly creative when He made these. What are they? They seem to be a jumble of all these other animals–horses, bears, gorillas, tapirs, rhinos, and sloths… Don’t believe anyone who says Science has nailed down the chalicotheres’ place in the animal kingdom.
If you’re one of the few who’ve been to Lintum Forest and actually seen the knuckle-bears, you won’t even try to pin them down.
The year before, Bell Mountain itself won a bronze.
See? Official and bona fide proof that my books are worth your time! I’m sure these awards aren’t like the Oscars, where they sometimes give Best Picture to the worst picture. If you haven’t read ’em yet… well, c’mon!
Requested by Joshua, an excerpt from my award-winning novel, Bell Mountain.
“[I]n a very nicely appointed private study with thick rugs and rich hangings on the walls, the First Prester, Lord Reesh, angrily rattled a sheet of paper in his hand.
“Do you know what this is?” he said. “It’s a letter from the burned fool who’s the prester at the new chamber house in a place called Ninneburky. It’s almost all the way up the river.”
“I know the town, my lord,” said the other man in the room–an unremarkable-looking fellow with a sad face and a little pointed beard.
“Good. Because you’re going there,” Lord Reesh said. “As soon as I explain this.
“Two children from Ninneburky have run away to climb Bell Mountain. You are to find them. If they are still on their way to the mountain when you overtake them, don’t interfere. Follow them. See to it that they get there. I want to know every single thing that happens to them, Martis. If they climb the mountain, climb after them. If they get to the top and find a bell, you are to prevent them from touching it, and no one is ever to see or hear from them again.”
The people of Ninneburky, even the prester himself, would have been appalled to learn that the First Prester had a confidential servant whose duties included killing people. For that is what Martis did, in addition to ferreting out secrets, spying, stealing, and arranging for certain persons to be accused of and punished for crimes they hadn’t committed. Not even the other oligarchs knew about Martis. To everyone in the city, he was only a clerk in the Temple. He even looked like a clerk.
But to Lord Reesh–who considered himself the first oligarch as well as the First Prester–he was a very necessary tool. And because he had served Lord Reesh for years, and never failed him, Martis enjoyed a certain liberty in speaking to his master.
“Do you think a pair of children might actually climb the mountain, my lord?” he said…
To find out how Martis the assassin fared in his mission, read Bell Mountain, the first book in the series, with 11 titles in print–so far. No. 12, His Mercy Endureth Forever, is currently being prepared for publication.
To order any of them, visit the blog’s home page and click “Books,” or visit http://www.chalcedon.edu and The Chalcedon Store.