I confess I had not heard of this author, Zadie Smith, before. But I am interested in (and am not adverse to) the idea of having an eBook present interactive elements. I worry it might detract from the written word but, on the other hand, perhaps it will enhance. At any rate, I liked this experience, and found the written words both interesting and entertaining.
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"A boldly Joycean appropriation, fortunately not so difficult of entry as its great model… Like Zadie Smith's much-acclaimed predecessor White Teeth (2000), NW is an urban epic."
Joyce Carol Oates, The New York Review of Books
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The fat sun stalls by the phone masts. Anti-climb paint turns sulphurous on school gates and lampposts. In Willesden people go barefoot, the streets turn European, there is a mania for eating outside. She keeps to the shade. Redheaded. On the radio: I am the sole author of the dictionary that defines me. A good line—write it out on the back of a magazine. In a hammock, in the garden of a basement flat. Fenced in, on all sides.
Four gardens along, in the estate, a grim girl on the third floor screams Anglo-Saxon at nobody. Juliet balcony, projecting for miles. It ain't like that. Nah it ain't like that. Don't you start. Fag in hand. Fleshy, lobster-red.