![]() There isn’t all that much explicitly about the pandemic, or the Black Lives Matter demonstrations, and yet everything feels conceived under the pressure of those things happening, pushing out new meanings from old subjects. ![]() The book’s leanness feels like part of its aesthetic its thought-space is uncluttered and unfussy, and everything is lightly, delicately done. She doesn’t lay down the law, she argues with herself, so that the movement of her writing feels like the zigzag passage of perception inside a quick mind, not in love with its own opinions, uneasy with certainty. She writes as she thinks, and she thinks crisply and exactly, not in abstractions, but through the thick specificity of people and places, fragments of story. Smith is a wonderful essayist she’s a natural. Although it’s born out of the pandemic and the lockdown, it feels like a doorway into a new space for thought. ![]() I think this collection of little pieces by Zadie Smith will endure as a beautiful thing. ![]()
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