Pan Tadeusz

Winner of the 2019 ALTA National Translation Award in Poetry

"Bill Johnston, celebrated as a translator of landmark Polish literature, has crafted a wondrously eloquent and entertaining new version of Pan Tadeusz. Over 450 never-flagging pages, he converts Mickiewicz’s 13-syllable rhyming lines into iambic couplets deployed with stupendous skill, grace and agility. Nimble half-rhymes, lithe enjambment and mischievous wordplay channel all the story’s humour and exuberance, and banish any risk of jingling monotony . . . At last, English readers can grasp why Pan Tadeusz belongs with Byron’s Don Juan and Pushkin’s Eugene Onegin in a glorious farewell trio that marked the swansong of the verse epic in Europe." — Boyd Tonkin, The Spectator

"Like stumbling across a lost city, forgotten for ages and now brought back to life, in all its glittering, self-sufficient glory... Pan Tadeusz is that rarest of things, a revolutionarily conservative poem, by which I mean a work whose effort to preserve the things that are most precious in a civilization ends up passing judgment not only on the present but also on the past..." – Josh Billings, The Los Angeles Review of Books

"I was amused and astonished by Johnston’s ability to channel the playfulness of Mickiewicz’s language throughout the text. ... It's Mickiewicz's brilliant play with language that makes this poem an engrossing experience. An dthis is where Johnston's 'performance' succeeds most definitively: in capturing the author's wild fluctuations of register and brilliant associative riffs." — Eric Fishman, ArtsFuse

"The book is marvelous, its language preserved as a thesaurus of phrases whose origin has been long forgotten, now constituting a shared national vocabulary. ... A very good translation by Bill Johnston, uncluttered by archaisms, quick and energetic, full of humor and warmth, unobtrusively rhymed. It is a gift to English­language readers, revealing the depths of Lithuanian forests, squabbling warrior­barons, and flirting ladies in search of husbands. And the underlying despair of the author—an exile forever separated from home." — Irena Grudzińska, Book Post