After his first translation of Salman Rushdie, Gérard Meudal awaited the writer’s verdict with apprehension. But for a long time, nothing came. Not a word about The Enchantress of Florence (2008). An ominous silence from an author renowned for being demanding and understanding French? Worried, the translator believed him until this confession: “I thought I was capable of judging the quality of a translation, but in fact, that is not the case, it is impeccable,” Salman Rushdie finally admitted.
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