Zadie Smith, who might as will have a regular column in the NYRB at this point, has published yet another essay in that journal. These pieces continue to be among the more interesting literary coverage the NYRB has recently published, although Smith’s latest offering can only be termed quasi-literary.
Smith starts off by considering how the use of different, socially imposed speaking voices fractured her identity growing up:
My own childhood had been the story of this and that combined, of the synthesis of disparate things. It never occurred to me that I was leaving the London district . . . continue reading, and add your comments