Tonight I saw the Spanish translator of my first two novels for the first time since February 2006.
The relationship between an author and his translator is awkward.
Some of my translators I’ve never met; others were friends and a few translators are still friends.
You are never sure whether they really like your work or whether they were forced to translate your novel for economic reasons.
Not that it matters a great deal. A contract killer can be better than a passionate amateur.