Zadie Smith
Zadie Smith is a person.
- See: Time's List of The 100 Best Novels, National Book Critics Circle, London Borough of Brent, King's College, Cambridge, Realism (Arts), Postmodernism, Hysterical Realism, New Sincerity, Nick Laird, File:Zadie Smith BBC Radio4 Desert Island Discs 27 September 2013 B03bg4v7.Flac, Desert Island Discs, Martin Amis.
References
2016
- (Wikipedia, 2016) ⇒ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zadie_Smith Retrieved:2016-12-17.
- Zadie Smith FRSL (born on 25 October 1975) is an English novelist, essayist, and short story writer. She was elected a fellow of the Royal Society of Literature in 2002. In a 2004 BBC poll of cultural researchers, Smith was named among the top twenty most influential people in British culture. As of 2016, she has published five novels, all of which have received substantial critical praise. In 2003, she was included on Granta's list of 20 best young authors, and was also included in the 2013 list. She joined New York University's Creative Writing Program as a tenured professor on 1 September 2010. Smith has won the Orange Prize for Fiction and the Anisfield-Wolf Book Award in 2006 and her novel White Teeth was included in Time magazine's list of 100 Best English-language Novels from 1923 to 2005.
2013
- Zadie Smith. (2013). “Some Notes on Attunement - A voyage around Joni Mitchell." The New Yorker
- QUOTE: ... Perhaps this is only a story about philistinism. A quality always easier to note in other people than to detect in yourself. Aged twenty, I listened to Joni Mitchell — a singer whom millions enjoy, who does not, after all, make an especially unusual or esoteric sound — and found her incomprehensible. Could not even really recognize her piping as “singing.” It was just noise. And, without troubling over it much, I placed her piping alongside all the interesting noises we hear in the world but choose, through habit or policy, to separate from music. What can you call that but philistinism? You don’t like Joni? My friends had pity in their eyes. The same look the faithful tend to give you as you hand them back their “literature” and close the door in their faces. ...
... And then what? As I remember it, sun flooded the area; my husband quoted a line from one of the Lucy poems; I began humming a strange piece of music. Something had happened to me. In all the mess of memories we make each day and lose, I knew that this one would not be lost. I had Wordsworth’s sensation exactly: “That in this moment there is life and food / For future years.” Or thought I had it. Digging up the poem now, I see that I am, in some ways, telling the opposite story. What struck the author of “Lines Written a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey” (1798) was a memory of ecstasy: “That time is past, / And all its aching joys are now no more, / And all its dizzy raptures.” ... It’s striking to me that this past self should at all times be loved and appreciated by Wordsworth. He understands that the callow youth was the basis of the greater man he would become. A natural progression: between the boy Wordsworth and the man, between then and now. His mind is not so much changed as deepened. ...
... I should confess at this point that when I’m thinking of Joni Mitchell it’s “Blue” I’m thinking of, really. ... the album pretty much every fool owns, no matter how far from music his life has taken him. And it’s not even really the content of the music that interests me here. It’s the transformation of the listening.
- QUOTE: ... Perhaps this is only a story about philistinism. A quality always easier to note in other people than to detect in yourself. Aged twenty, I listened to Joni Mitchell — a singer whom millions enjoy, who does not, after all, make an especially unusual or esoteric sound — and found her incomprehensible. Could not even really recognize her piping as “singing.” It was just noise. And, without troubling over it much, I placed her piping alongside all the interesting noises we hear in the world but choose, through habit or policy, to separate from music. What can you call that but philistinism? You don’t like Joni? My friends had pity in their eyes. The same look the faithful tend to give you as you hand them back their “literature” and close the door in their faces. ...