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emotional
funny
reflective
sad
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
funny
lighthearted
reflective
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
mysterious
reflective
relaxing
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Most of this was beyond me. It did have a very melancholy feel though - like winter
challenging
emotional
reflective
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Complicated
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
challenging
slow-paced
emotional
funny
hopeful
reflective
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Took a while to get going, and perhaps not as good as “Autumn,” worth getting through. “The mark of the life of it reaching across the words on the page for all the world like a footpath that leads to the lit tip of a candle.”
Simon Reynolds said (of Bowie’s Diamond Dogs) that if you keep making the same album over and again by about the fourth time you’ll get it right. It seems almost churlish to complain that an Ali Smith novel is too, too…Ali Smithy? Ali Smithesque? Ali Smithsonian?
It is akin to when Kate Bush releases a new long player, if you like Kate Bush you’ll love it, it will be, broadly speaking good - not as good as Hounds of Love but; good intelligent pop ‘let the weirdness in.’ More specifically it will be Kate Bushy – it’s unlikely to sound like Guns ‘n’ Roses or Michael Bolton.
The same with any Ali Smith, it will be good – not as good as ‘How to be Both’ but; good intelligent fiction ‘let the weirdness in’. Furthermore (furtherless); I could substitute any of my reviews for Ali’s books (except ‘How to be both’.)
Don’t take my word for it (actually you really could/should)
Autumn: https://bit.ly/2U5braN
Hotel World: https://bit.ly/2FShbBW
Artful: https://bit.ly/2KNYxd9
How many times or ways can I keep saying the same thing? I really like Ali Smith, I love the warm feeling as I settle back into her Universe: of Ghosts and Social Conscience and cool lesbians and talented articulate young people and well-mannered wise older people and resident Artists and mean old modern Britain. I love her Modernism Light (not ‘lite’ not ‘dumbed down’ but Light – nimble, agile sprightly.)
She is the voice of my conscience: after reading Winter I resolved to be nicer to my mother; after reading Hotel World I bought a sandwich for a street sleeper. After reading Ali Smith I want to be that precocious child, that cool lesbian, that resident Artist, that dismembered Ghost.
Her fiction is very pretentious, and so am I. She flatters my intellect, she makes me laugh. Her novels are Weightless Modernist; Wispy Modernist; Featherlike.
If I was her girlfriend…
My only teeny tiny disappointment is that Christmas isn't really Winter. Not Real Winter. Real Winter is the really fucking dragging bit, joyless January, Freezing February and Most Of March and, yes Prince; sometimes it does bloody snow in April! !!
It is akin to when Kate Bush releases a new long player, if you like Kate Bush you’ll love it, it will be, broadly speaking good - not as good as Hounds of Love but; good intelligent pop ‘let the weirdness in.’ More specifically it will be Kate Bushy – it’s unlikely to sound like Guns ‘n’ Roses or Michael Bolton.
The same with any Ali Smith, it will be good – not as good as ‘How to be Both’ but; good intelligent fiction ‘let the weirdness in’. Furthermore (furtherless); I could substitute any of my reviews for Ali’s books (except ‘How to be both’.)
Don’t take my word for it (actually you really could/should)
Autumn: https://bit.ly/2U5braN
Hotel World: https://bit.ly/2FShbBW
Artful: https://bit.ly/2KNYxd9
How many times or ways can I keep saying the same thing? I really like Ali Smith, I love the warm feeling as I settle back into her Universe: of Ghosts and Social Conscience and cool lesbians and talented articulate young people and well-mannered wise older people and resident Artists and mean old modern Britain. I love her Modernism Light (not ‘lite’ not ‘dumbed down’ but Light – nimble, agile sprightly.)
She is the voice of my conscience: after reading Winter I resolved to be nicer to my mother; after reading Hotel World I bought a sandwich for a street sleeper. After reading Ali Smith I want to be that precocious child, that cool lesbian, that resident Artist, that dismembered Ghost.
Her fiction is very pretentious, and so am I. She flatters my intellect, she makes me laugh. Her novels are Weightless Modernist; Wispy Modernist; Featherlike.
If I was her girlfriend…
My only teeny tiny disappointment is that Christmas isn't really Winter. Not Real Winter. Real Winter is the really fucking dragging bit, joyless January, Freezing February and Most Of March and, yes Prince; sometimes it does bloody snow in April! !!
These Ali Smith Seasonal Quartet books are absolutely brilliant. I can't wait for Spring.