Charles Kenneth Scott Moncrieff - Death and After

Death and After

The original French text of the Remembrance was re-edited in later years, in two successive editions, and these additions and revisions were subsequently incorporated in later English translations. Thus, Terence Kilmartin revised the Scott Moncrieff translation in 1981, and an additional revision was made by D.J. Enright in 1992. The work in these later versions is given the more literal title of In Search of Lost Time. To what extent these revisions (and revisions of revisions) have improved Scott Moncrieff's text has been discussed and evaluated differently by different people.

Scott Moncrieff died of cancer at Calvary Hospital in Rome in 1930 and was buried in the Verano Cemetery. His remains lie in a small communal ossuary with those who died in the same month in the same convent. The exact place can be located by doing a search with name and date of death at the gate.

The Translators Association administers the annual award of a Scott Moncrieff Prize for French Translation.

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