While in Shanghai last week, we visited Ikea. After we made our purchases, but before Tiffany had finished with hers, Emily and I ended up hanging out at a front showcase, where I blithely picked up this display book:
I opened it up, expecting to find McCarthy's articulate, resonant prose translated into incomprehensible Swedish gibberish, and instead found this:
A book-page length portion of Alan Jackson's Wikipedia biography, copied+pasted with the footnote links left in.
We checked: all the rest of the books on display, including a Toni Morrison book, were actual Swedish translations of the real thing. Or, at least, some legitimate story -- I don't know, I don't read Swedish.
Emily, horrified by our discovery.
I opened it up, expecting to find McCarthy's articulate, resonant prose translated into incomprehensible Swedish gibberish, and instead found this:
Page after page after page of the same excerpt...
A book-page length portion of Alan Jackson's Wikipedia biography, copied+pasted with the footnote links left in.
We checked: all the rest of the books on display, including a Toni Morrison book, were actual Swedish translations of the real thing. Or, at least, some legitimate story -- I don't know, I don't read Swedish.
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