Ali Smith
was born in 1962, in Inverness. She studied English at the University of
Aberdeen and then enrolled for a PhD at the University of Cambridge
(1985 to 1990) but started writing plays and consequently did not
complete her degree. Some of her plays were staged at the Edinburgh
Festival Fringe and Cambridge Footlights. She came to Edinburgh and
worked as a lecturer of Scottish, English and American literature at the
University of Strathclyde. Now she lives in Cambridge, writes novels
and publishes articles in The Guardian, The Scotsman, New Statesman and
Times Literary Supplement.
Published in 2016, this is her 8th
novel. It’s the story of a life-long friendship between a woman and a
much older man. The friendship begins when Elisabeth, a child of eight,
meets a senior neighbor uDaniel Gluck. They get talking, and the
conversation will last until he dies at the age of 101 in an old
peoples’ home. It’s a book that is somewhat unsettling, and often
divided the opinions of our members.
An over-arching idea emerging from the book is the non-linearity of time. This reminded us of a novella by Muriel Spark, The Driver’s Seat,
which we read last month. Of course, time proceeds relentlessly. It
ticks by and we grow older and wiser, and the book certainly deals with
aging and learning as they relate to the human condition. In the
physical sense (notwithstanding Einstein!) time is linear and therefore
can be measured with a clock. We use the clock to regulate our lives.
But memory doesn’t work like that. It jumps about. We frequently
time-travel in our imagination. Certain episodes are recalled: some
tragic and some comedic events stand out, and certain things become
confused. We remember low points and highlights – they come to us in
flashbacks, and that’s how this novel is structured.…yes, it can be
confusing, dream-like, chaotic and with frequent digressions. Does it
matter? It matters not in art, poetry or music, but perhaps in a novel
it does matter. Does a novel need narrative drive to sustain interest?
Half of us confessed to having read the book twice in an effort to trace
the story.
Sometimes the text reads as poetry. The EU referendum has just taken place and Elisabeth (or is it Ali) says:
All across the country, there was
misery and rejoicing. All across the country, what had happened whipped
about by itself as if a live electric wire had snapped off a pylon in a
storm and was whipping about in the air above the trees, the roofs, the
traffic. All across the country, people felt it was the wrong thing. All
across the country, people felt it was the right thing. All across the
country, people felt they’d really lost. All across the country, people
felt they’d really won.
This passage, and more that follow, has
the rhythm and power of poetry, and exposes the raw nerve of divided
contemporary Britain. The New York Times called the book the “First Great
Brexit Novel”.
Smith doesn’t pull her punches. She uses
digressions (flashbacks) to tilt at bureaucracy, the establishment and
‘normality’. Elisabeth’s efforts to get her passport photo approved by
the Post Office are comical, but the episode is part of her attack on
the hopelessness of the individual in the face of overblown bureaucracy.
Likewise, we may smile at the encounter with the medical receptionist.
These sections refer to the middle part of life when we are forced to
comply to ludicrous norms. And there are the sinister scenes at the
metallic fence: we don’t actually know what the fence is for. Is it a
detention centre for illegal refugees? Or a metaphorical fence,
standing for one of the many we come across in everyday life. One member
took a historical view and saw it as a reference to the Enclosure Acts
1700–1801. The question of immigration is here, reinforced by Daniel’s
past as a refugee from Nazi Germany.
Smith saves the best until nearly the end
when she launches a crusade against the art establishment of the 1960s,
exposing the male domination of the pop-art scene and the rejection of
the real-life artist Pauline Boty (who turns out to have been one of
Daniel’s girl-friends). You don’t have to be a feminist to believe that
women’s talents have been ignored by the all-controlling male
establishment. And Boty’s work is the visual analogue to Smith’s
literary style – both are collage. However, Smith is widely accepted as a
creative writer whilst Boty, back in the 60s, was overlooked as a
creative painter because only men were assumed to hold such talent.
The first chapter is possibly the most
perplexing part of the book: it’s the end of the story but placed at the
beginning. But what does it mean? Has Gluck arrived in heaven? Is it
rebirth? Or is it a dream of re-kindled youth that he’s having in old
age? This part is highly imaginative and makes riveting reading. In
fact, the whole book is a tour de force of imagination – and
the subject matter is a rare portrayal of a relationship between an
older man and a younger woman in which the male is not a potential
sexual predator.
One or two members felt the author was
trying too hard to show how clever she can be. There are lots of
literary allusions – the opening sentence echoes Charles Dickens’s A Tale of Two Cities, and there are references to John Keats’s To Autumn and Shelley’s Ode to the West Wind. Ovid, Shakespeare, Blake and Huxley are in there too.
Almost all of us grimaced at the awful puns – for example the ‘patient smile’ of the medical receptionist.
One of our members, who couldn’t attend has sent written comments that summarise the book very well:
….it’s less a classic novel than a
poetic and political entertainment, and indeed a sort of crazy hymn to
life. It conveys very effectively the feeling of things just happening,
and the scope and variety of a human life – through the vast age of
Daniel. The interplay between Daniel and Elizabeth is moving – as indeed
is E’s relationship to her mother.
Autumn is the first of four seasonal ‘state of the nation’ novels promised by the author. Some of us have already ordered Winter for our summer reading, and one or two may be eagerly awaiting Spring and Summer. Perhaps Summer will come before Spring.
But others will steer clear. It will be interesting to see whether the
author can sustain the energy levels required to complete the set.
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