Sunday, June 20

Ali Smith: ‘Hope is the tightrope on the other side of a ravine’ | Ali smith


TOLi Smith, 58, is one of our most energetic, energetic and playful novelists, and her seasonal quartet of novels, which she has described as a “time-sensitive experiment,” is a historical and literary version of our troubled times. Fall (2016), written before Brexit and shortlisted for Booker, was followed by Winter (2017), then Spring (2019) and Summer (2020) – now available in paperback.

How did you feel about completing Summer And your phenomenal four-season marathon?
I felt the usual failure (it always feels like a failure at the end of a book). Shattered. Curious to know if the book would hold, and as for the series: no idea. Hope, despair. All of these feelings passed in the 30 seconds it takes to toast something made with a single measure of single malt whiskey, then I walked out of my room to the very real and visceral confluence of hope and despair that happens to all of us in the world. life in the confinement of Covid.

Were you surprised to write on the calendar?
The four books surprised me, from their unexpected characters to their osmosis structure, in which I had to have blind faith. They never did what I imagined they would do. They formed their own connections, dug up their own structures. But I have always felt that a book is already written, whatever it is that we are writing. Our job is to dig it up without breaking or damaging it while digging. And in the meantime, I was landed, and dug up, at a time when our time shook, from Brexit to Trump to Covid.

Summer has been dubbed “the first novel about the coronavirus”, but in style you are the least closed of the novelists … Was it problematic to include Covid?
It appeared in January when I started the book, so I wrote about it as its impact grew. The book also dealt with other lockdowns: the internment of “enemy aliens” on the Isle of Man in the 1940s, and the internment of refugees here and now in the UK (which was opened, ironically and temporarily, due to the urgency of Covid).

How has your confinement been? What are your strategies for passing?
I am very lucky. I live with my partner, Sarah Wood [artist and film-maker], on a little street in Cambridge and we have a garden, and our neighbors are all good friends. These things helped immensely. The winter was harsher. In the middle of the night what really helped was Aires, an album of old Scottish melodies renewed by composer Mhairi Hall… meditative, comforting. For the mornings: Boccaccio’s The Decameron; I have never laughed as much as these stories, written in 1300 and set in a closure of a parallel plague in 1348. And for winter nights, sets of boxes: Spiral, call My agent! It’s a sin.

Critics salute his optimism. But does hope sometimes not feel indulgent or insecure?
When I say “I can’t be pessimistic,” I think of James Baldwin’s “I can’t be pessimistic because I’m alive.” Optimism and hope are not the same: optimism is a state that we can consciously achieve; hope … there is nothing rabbit, neither self-indulgent nor spark, because its obverse is despair. Hope is a tightrope across a ravine between here and there, and that tightrope is as sharp as the blade of a knife.

Your 16-year-old character, Sacha, says, “We will treasure our freedoms and fight for them.” Do you see hope in the young?
That’s a direct quote from a card from a 16-year-old friend (she gave me permission to use it). I asked her how she felt locked up. I have great optimism about your generation, its climate wisdom, an energy that the selfishness of generations to come will not divert or divert.

How likely is it that Boris Johnson, whose strategic mess brilliantly assesses – Will he be re-elected?
There is great entertainment value, and divisive rhetorical persuasion, in the antics of a unionist. But people are not so gullible. The abysmal death statistics we have endured and the way the government has treated our key workers on and off the NHS are enough evidence to spare even a Dickensian judge, and these dire circumstances are the visible clue to what is happening. now in the UK. , where we are in the new times of Dickens, from glorious food banks food banks to consider yourself … well in.

What does it mean to seize the moment creatively? Summer be a different novel, were you writing it now?
Yes and no. Thank goodness for Biden and Harris, for the scientists, for the vaccines. But the novels are always about what Virginia Woolf called life, death, etc., and it is most likely still about these, and what a single summer in time means, whatever the contemporary pressures of that time. , with all other possible summers past. and future surrounding him like rings in a tree trunk.

You grew up in Inverness, in a working class family, and I read that you imagined growing up you would become a garbage collector … would you have been good at that?
Yes. I love things that are thrown away. And no. He would have the sack to rummage through the garbage. So he would have been a good jerk in more ways than one. shelving, the Scottish word for garbage collector.

What kind of reader were you as a child?
I read everything in the house, including what my older brothers had in their school book closet. When I read Joyce’s Dubliners In college for what I thought was the first time, I recognized a book that I had read when I was eight years old.

What book might people surprise to see on your bookshelf?
Basic tap dance by Diana Washbourne.

Who is your favorite literary heroine?
Fleur, at Muriel Spark’s Prowl with intention. “Everything happens to an artist; time is always redeemed, nothing is lost and wonders never cease. “And Defoe’s excellent thief, Moll Flanders, for whom nothing was lost and wonders never ceased.

And your favorite season?
In Inverness, a summer day can be spring, autumn and winter in one day. Then there were the rich blue-yellow days, the Highland summer days, like nowhere else. So, summer, in all its seasons.

Summer by Ali Smith is published in paperback by Penguin (£ 8.99). To order a copy, go to guardianbookshop.com. Shipping charges may apply


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