Zadie Smith Ruminates On Brexit, Bieber And Much, Much More In 'Feel Free'Smith's massive new essay collection covers a wide assortment of topics, but critic Maureen Corrigan says Feel Free is strongest when it focuses on art and identity.
Zadie Smith Ruminates On Brexit, Bieber And Much, Much More In 'Feel Free'
Zadie Smith is justly celebrated for her chameleon-like gifts as a writer. In novels like White Teeth and On Beauty she's ventured deeply into the lives of a multi-racial assortment of immigrants to Great Britain and the United States. Her characters run the gamut from aspirational working-class kids, self-important academics, pensioners, young dancers and, to date, one Chinese-Jewish Londoner with a fixation on Golden Age Hollywood.
Like her novels, Feel Free, Smith's massive new essay collection, is downright polyamorous in its objects of fascination: Smith here writes about Brexit and Facebook, the dancing Nicholas Brothers and Jay-Z, the art of 18th-century German portraitist Balthasar Denner and the novels of Paula Fox and Ursula K. Le Guin, among many, many other topics.
To quote a question Smith says she asks herself whenever she meets someone whose interests are deep, wide-ranging and, therefore, intimidating: "How does she find the time?" And, how, on earth, will we readers find the time to dig into all these subjects with her?
Smith's title, Feel Free, suggests a sane approach: We readers should "feel free" to follow our own curiosities, pluck essays out of different sections and skim or skip others. Most of these essays have been published previously; and most, but not all, are worth reading.
Less would have been more here. For instance, "Meet Justin Bieber!" — which imagines a meeting between the Biebs and the philosopher Martin Buber falls into what I think of as the "empty cereal grain" category of writing: in other words, forgettable filler often used to bulk upcollections like this one.
Other essays, like "Generation Why?," a 2010 review of The Social Network joined with a rant against the "only connect" ethos of Facebook, feel outdated. (Certainly, as of last year we have worse things to fear from Facebook — like Russian interference in our elections — than the shallowness of its "likes" and "friendships.")
A good deal of what remains, however, is smart and distinctive. Smith is particularly sharp on topics of art and identity, which become linked in an essay called, "The I Who Is Not Me."
This piece originally was a lecture on Philip Roth that Smith presented in 2016 at the Newark Public Library. Mulling over that most over-plowed of topics — the autobiographical element in Roth's fiction — Smith pays homage to the liberating effect of Roth's ingeniousness and offensiveness. She says:
I know that I stole Portnoy's liberties long ago. ... He is part of the reason, when I write, that I do not try to create positive black role models for my black readers, and more generally have no interest in conjuring ideal humans for my readers to emulate.
Smith's exquisite essay on Joni Mitchell, "Some Notes on Attunement," belongs alongside other essays on art by the likes of Matthew Arnold and Susan Sontag. In fact, Smith dramatizes what Arnold meant by his signature phrase "the free play of the mind" as she darts around, considering her sudden conversion experience with Joni Mitchell's masterpiece, "Blue." Smith tells us:
[I]t's not even really the content of the music that interests me here. It's the transformation of the listening. ...
I didn't come to love Joni Mitchell by knowing anything more about her, or understanding what an open-tuned guitar is, or even by sitting down and forcing myself to listen and re-listen to her songs. I hated Joni Mitchell — and then I loved her. Her voice did nothing for me — until the day it undid me completely.
It's a rare piece of critical writing that can contemplate a great work of art and deepen our understanding of it, without "solving" its mysteries. This essay and some of the others in Feel Free have that open-ended power. When Zadie Smith is writing at her best, she, like Joni Mitchell, is free, unfettered and alive.