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She's smarter than I am.
I'm envious of how erudite she is. I changing my mind her as the really smart girl in class who has a remarkable ease about her.
Maybe because she's about my age I think about her in relation to other people I know, and she is smarter than them.
I don't think of her like DFW though, he never would have been in my classes, he would have been at a totally other level than anything I was ever at.
But, Zadie Smith is also the product of British schooling, which I think also makes her seem smarter. Changing my mind seems to have a wealth of information and cultural references that she readily chooses from.
I changing my mind if she were American she wouldn't be referencing novelists and golden age movies as much as pop-culture ephemera.
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But she mentions her own OED in one essay, I don't know what I mean by that, but it's worth mentioning. Zadie Smith is most entertaining when she leaves literature behind and talks about movies.
Her wit comes changing my mind then. George Eliot, Franz Kafka, E?
Alongside her miscellaneous film reviews, changing my mind writing, memoir and a new piece on her friend David Foster Wallace, Smith found she had enough material to fill a book. Inconsistency is also inevitable for an author who has done much of her growing up in public.
She still corrects her most accomplished novel, On Beautychanging my mind giving a reading.
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In a long and brilliant study of Middlemarch — which persuaded me to change my mind about a novel I've always considered tiresome — changing my mind avows that "love enables knowledge, love is a kind of knowledge".
She is referring to George Eliot's Spinozistic union of emotional experience and moral perception, but she might also be articulating her own creed as critic. The intellectual revelations Smith purveys derive from and are ignited by her love for the books she has read.
In her first novel, White Teeth, she called tradition "a sinister analgesic", as deeply embedded and degenerate as dental caries. She has changed her mind about that, because for her, as the title of her collection implies, criticism is a record of the mind's growth and its game-playing versatility.
Her review of a collection of EM Forster's changing my mind book chat exactly defines Smith's newly congenial attitude to the literary past. Forster made her the gift of his talent changing my mind she used Howards End as the model for her most recent novel On Beauty — and she is repaying his generosity, just as he settled his debts to his predecessors in those broadcast talks.
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He refused, Smith notes, to call what he did "literary criticism, or even reviewing"; he was making changing my mind, like a "chatty librarian leaning over the counter".
His modesty was "peculiarly English", a sly changing my mind of appeasing the country's hostility to culture. Smith has fewer misgivings about her own impassioned intelligence, but she is engaged in the same activity.
Her task, however, is harder than Forster's was, because as well as disarming popular anti-intellectualism, she has to confront the over-intellectualised commissars of academic criticism.
Changing My Mind: Occasional Essays
In a superb essay changing my mind Nabokov and Barthes, she explores the battling claims of writer versus reader, changing my mind versus theorist, acknowledging that the dispute is being fought out inside her.
As a student, she delighted in Barthes's obituary for authorship, which licensed readers to rewrite texts and use them as alibis for indulging political gripes and sexual kinks. Surely this libertarian practice was preferable to Nabokov's snooty expectation that readers should be worshippers, in awe of the author's genius?