Yang / Wang / Li Audiovisual Translation

Theory, Practice and Technology
1. Auflage 2026
ISBN: 978-981-954905-4
Verlag: Springer Singapore
Format: PDF
Kopierschutz: 1 - PDF Watermark

E-Book, Englisch, 287 Seiten

Reihe: New Frontiers in Translation Studies

This book provides a panoramic view of the latest innovations and scholarly discourse in the dynamic and ever-evolving field of audiovisual translation (AVT), drawing on a diverse array of scholarly contributions. This book brings together the latest theoretical advances, practical strategies, and audience-centric insights, addressing the challenges posed by new technologies, global media consumption, and evolving professional landscapes. It is committed to creating a book that not only reflects the current state of AVT but also maps future trajectories and offers substantial practical insights for both academics and practitioners. 

Zielgruppe

Research

Autoren/Hrsg.

Yang, Fan

Wang, Yu

Li, Defeng

Inhaltsverzeichnis

Chapter 1. Introduction: Mapping the Evolving Landscape of Audiovisual Translation (Fan Yang).- Part I. Theoretical Foundations.- Chapter 2. From a Microscopic to a Telescopic View of Audiovisual Translation (Yves Gambier).- Chapter 3. Theoretical Developments in Audiovisual Translation: Insights from Subtitle Processing in Multimodal and Interactive Audiovisual Media (Haiting Lan).- Chapter 4. Beyond Pixels: Unravelling Contemporary Practices in Media Localisation (Laura Mejías-Climent).- Part II. AVT in Practice.- Chapter 5. Traditional versus Cloud-Based Translation for Dubbing: A Translator and Trainer Perspective (Giselle Spiteri Miggiani).- Chapter 6. From Cloud Captioning to Cloud Revoicing in Times of AI: Testing the Accessibility and Usability of the TRADILEX Platform (Antonio-Jesús Tinedo-Rodríguez).- Chapter 7. From Global Play to Inclusive Play: A Scoping Review of Video Game Accessibility Research (Ximo Granell).- Chapter 8. Personification and Creativity: The Use of Museum AD to Enhance Film AD (María Olalla Luque Colmenero).- Chapter 9. 
Exploring Speech Rate for Naturalness and Synchrony in English-Spanish Dubbing: A Case Study (Sofía Sánchez-Mompeán).- Part III. AVT Across Cultures.- Chapter 10. Dubbing, Voice-over and Audio Description in Persian: A Scoping Review (Masood Khoshsaligheh).- Chapter 11. An Exploratory Study of the Translation and Reception of Oppenheimer in Iran (Saeed Ameri).- Chapter 12. Small Screens and Big Screens: The Status Quo of Interlingual Subtitling Practices in the Chinese Mediascape (Zhen Hu).- Chapter 13. Subtitles in Cantonese Opera: Translating Princess Chang Ping for Film (Shuting Wang).

Leseproben

Chapter 5: The First Decree of Obedience

LeBron did not look up, but he felt the phantom weight of Francesca’s gaze as she moved away. He focused all his remaining energy on the silver. He rubbed with furious, meticulous attention, the scent of polish filling his nostrils, the physical exertion a welcome distraction from the dizzying thrill of complete surrender.

This was not servitude; this was devotion elevated to an art form. Every stroke of the cloth was a prayer. He was polishing the instruments of her power, confirming her superiority with every gleam he produced. He was hers, and in that absolute ownership, LeBron Roberts finally felt found. The path ahead promised rigorous training and exquisite control, and he could not wait for the first lesson to begin tonight, in the privacy of her chambers, where the true meaning of his obedience would be revealed.

"LeBron."

Her voice, low and edged with a velvet command that instantly tightened his lower body, sliced through the quiet concentration he was attempting to maintain. He froze, the polishing rag suspended inches above a Franklin serving tray meant for imported champagne flutes. He did not dare look up until given explicit permission.

"Yes, Francesca?" His voice was breathy, stripped of the easy confidence his friends knew. It was the voice of a man awaiting judgment.

He heard the soft tap of her high heel approaching the mahogany sideboard where he knelt. He could smell her perfume now, something dark and intoxicating, like aged wine and night jasmine. The scent alone was a leash.

"You are still polishing that tray," she observed, her tone deceptively mild. "But I observe a tremor in your grip, my dear best friend. Are you nervous?"

LeBron swallowed hard, the dryness in his throat making the movement audible. "I am honored by your attention, Francesca. And yes. Terribly nervous."

He knew he was expected to be terrified of failure, but the nervousness was intertwined with a burgeoning, desperate excitement. He had lived years craving this specific form of high-stakes terror.

"Good," she purred. "Fear keeps things neat. Fear keeps objects useful."

She placed a hand on the silver tray, right next to his knuckles. The contact was electric, a sharp, sudden claim. LeBron flinched internally, fighting the urge to drop everything and press his forehead against the cool metal of her shoe.

"The party is tonight," Francesca continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial, dominant register that sent a shiver down his spine. "Kobe Shakur is attending, and I expect the service in this house to reflect my standing. You have been my friend for a decade, LeBron. You know my standards. Tonight, you will stop being merely my friend, and start being what you truly are: a resource devoted entirely to my immediate comfort."

LeBron finally lifted his eyes, meeting the impossible gold of her gaze. She was breathtaking in a sapphire gown, her expression utterly devoid of warmth, replaced instead by an assessment so keen it felt physical.

"I understand, Francesca," he managed, his voice gaining a new, thin layer of resolution. "I wish only to serve you perfectly."

"Perfection is the starting line, not the finish," she corrected him smoothly. "Your first decree of obedience is simple. For the remainder of the evening, until I dismiss you, you are furniture. You are decorative utility. You will anticipate my needs before I speak them. You will not initiate conversation. You will only speak when directly questioned. And you will refer to me, always, as Mistress, even when only we are present."

The title settled over him like a heavy, welcome crown. Mistress.

"Yes, Mistress," LeBron breathed, tasting the word. It tasted like submission and salvation.

"Excellent. Now, stand up. Slowly. Do not look at my face until you have reached the center of the room."

LeBron pushed himself up, his knees protesting the sudden shift. He kept his eyes fixed on the expensive marble tiles, moving like a man wading through deep water. When he reached the prescribed spot, he stopped, his posture rigidly attentive, waiting.

"Turn."

He rotated on the ball of his foot. Francesca stood assessing him, her expression shifting from icy appraisal to something that held a dangerous, possessive warmth.

"Your attire is unacceptable for your new role," she announced, gesturing vaguely toward his tailored slacks and crisp shirt. "Too much pretense of equality. Go to the dressing room adjacent to the wine cellar. You will find a garment laid out for you. Put it on. And LeBron? Do not hurry. Take your time appreciating what you are about to become."

She turned away then, dismissing him entirely, walking toward the drawing-room where Kobe Shakur was now laughing with Elizabeth Davenport.

LeBron felt a profound, dizzying sense of clarity. His failure, his embarrassment, it all dissolved under the weight of her command. He was no longer a man seeking recovery; he was an object being shaped for superior use.

He walked toward the dressing room, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm of worship. Inside, hanging alone on a velvet hanger, was a garment that made his breath hitch: a black silk halter-top chemise, cut high on the thigh, accompanied by a pair of sheer, lace-trimmed panties. It was the softest, most humiliating fabric he had ever touched.

He stripped quickly, discarding the remnants of his former life. As the silk slipped over his skin, molding to his body, he felt a rush of vulnerability so intense it was almost sexual. The garment was designed to display everything he usually kept hidden, to announce his status as hers before he even spoke.

He smoothed the fabric over his hips, the lace tickling his inner thigh. It was beautiful, and it stripped him bare.

When he returned to the main hall, the party was in full swing. He did not enter immediately. He stood in the shadowed archway, adjusting his posture until it conveyed perfect stillness, ready to be deployed.

Francesca was holding court near the grand piano. She caught his eye across the crowded room. She did not smile, but she raised one perfectly manicured hand, beckoning him with a single, sharp finger curl.

LeBron stepped into the light, aware of every eye that shifted to the strangely dressed man approaching the hostess. He saw Kobe Shakur’s eyebrow arch, a brief flicker of surprise quickly masked by practiced cool. He saw Elizabeth Davenport’s lips thin in disapproval.

He ignored them all. His entire world was the space between him and Francesca.

He stopped three feet away, lowering his gaze to the floor, his hands clasped behind his back in parade rest.

"Mistress," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the music.

Francesca leaned in conspiratorially, her voice low, meant only for his ears, yet carrying the sharp precision of a scalpel. "LeBron, my darling object. You look exquisite. You are here to serve cocktails. You will move gracefully. If anyone spills, it is your fault, and the penalty will be severe. You are not to drink anything. You are not to enjoy the conversation. Your only pleasure is proximity to my will."

She lifted a hand, tracing the line of his jaw with a single, cold fingernail. "You will remain thirsty, unreleased, and perfectly focused on my satisfaction until midnight. Then, we will discuss the true purpose of your training."

LeBron felt the immediate, heavy ache of denied arousal blossom beneath the thin silk. It was exquisite torture. "Yes, Mistress. Thirst and focus."

He spent the next two hours in a haze of perfect service. He navigated the room, offering trays of chilled wine and canapés, moving with a practiced deference that bordered on the balletic. When Kobe Shakur deliberately bumped his elbow, slopping a single drop of Pinot Noir onto the white carpet, LeBron froze instantly, looking at the stain with profound self-loathing.

"My deepest apologies, Master Shakur," LeBron said, already reaching for the linen napkin tucked into his silk waistband. "I accept full responsibility for my lack of spatial awareness."

"See that you do," Kobe drawled, watching Francesca closely.

Francesca simply smiled, a small, proprietary curve of the lips. She did not look at LeBron, but she shot a look of utter command toward the stain. LeBron immediately dropped to his knees, dabbing furiously, his humiliation absolute. He was filth being used to clean her expensive home, and he loved every second of it because it was her command.

Finally, the last guest departed near eleven thirty. The silence that descended upon StoneHearth was heavy with expectation.

"LeBron," Francesca called from the drawing-room archway, her voice suddenly stripped of its public formality. It was direct, commanding, and intimate. "My chambers. Now."

He followed her up the sweeping marble staircase, the only sound the tap of her heels and his own bare feet padding softly on the thick runner.

In her private sitting room, Francesca stood by the large window overlooking the moonlit gardens. She unclasped the sapphire gown, letting it pool around her feet. She was revealed in intricate black lace, the embodiment of untouchable, magnificent authority.

"You have performed adequately, LeBron," she said, turning to face him. "Adequately for a beginner. Your body is tense, anticipating. You are begging to be taken apart and rebuilt in my image. That is the correct state."

She walked to a small, locked cabinet and retrieved a smooth, dark leather harness and a riding crop made of braided black silk.

"Tonight, we establish the...

Über Autor(innen)

Fan YANG is Associate Professor at School of Foreign Studies, Nanjing University of Science and Technology. Her research interests include audiovisual translation, translation reception, and language teaching.

Yu WANG is Lecturer at School of Foreign Languages, Guangdong Polytechnic Normal University. Her research interests include cognitive translation studies, translation process research and audiovisual translation studies.

Defeng LI is Distinguished Professor at Translation Studies and Director of the Centre for Studies of Translation, Interpreting and Cognition (CSTIC) at the University of Macau. He is currently President of World Interpreter and Translator Training Association (WITTA), President of International Association of Translation, Interpreting and Cognition (IATIC), vice president of Chinese Corpus Translation Studies Association and vice president of Chinese Cognitive Translation Studies Association.