Not really. The novel is just longer. Translating her stories and screenplays has made me more familiar with her use of language, rhythms of her prose, the piquant and sharp dialogue. The ebb and flow, I would say, was more in the multiple revisions of my translation. Mostly it centred on her use of time frames, so revisiting drafts was an ongoing examination of how to do the exposition in translation.
I had a grand idea of learning Manipuritoo, but the old pundit used to pay mesuch florid compliments over the extremerapidity with which I was picking up thelanguage, that my husband thought I shouldlearn it before he did, and said we musthave our lessons at different times, whichI found rather dull work, so ceased themaltogether. The old pundit was a grandgossip. He had a thousand stories of thegood and evil deeds of all the Sahibs whohad been before us, and I must honestlyconfess the deeds seemed chiefly evil ones.He invariably ended by saying that therenever was, and never would be, such a goodand excellent Sahib as the present one,which judicious piece of flattery he hopedwould be productive of great pecuniaryresults.