pots

Some years back I used to read Zadie Smith’s pieces in the papers and think she’s got stuff to say, but she aint quite saying it yet. There’s also that sense reading her novels, that she’s capable of much more interesting work.

In this NYRB piece Two Paths for the novel she wrote, the pot is boiling man and the lid’s lifting. The shovel’s going into the soil. Her dissection on Netherland and the questions she’s asking (which I will post post slumber) … As a reader I want to think harder, her reflections, the questions have my brain ticking, ticking hard.