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Tag Archives: Zadie Smith
In Part II of her two-part essay, Sam Mills ponders why female avant-garde novelists are not as celebrated as their male counterparts. Continue reading
“Seemingly trivial but secretly significant moments sustained me through a dark decade growing up under Margaret Thatcher,” writes Damian Barr, “in a coal-mining village near Glasgow that was destroyed by her policies, in a family that was torn apart.”
In Part IV, of his 4-part series, Sam Byers looks at why the novel is dying and just why and how technology might save it.
In this 4-part series, Sam Byers looks at why the novel is dying and just why and how technology might save it.
In which Jennifer Kabat takes on Zadie Smith’s Two Paths for the Novel and NW and engages in the fight between realism and the avant-garde.
During each installment of this regular and beloved feature, a new book is reviewed from beyond the grave by a restless author of yore. This week, T.S. Eliot sinks his teeth into NW.