Swing Time by Zadie Smith
Recommended by Mr Kemp
Of all the books I have read this year,
Swing Time is the one so far that kept me most emphatically hooked.
Reading often tilts between being a pleasure and a duty: a book that you pick up for the sake of the latter often blooms into the former (and the former can metastasise onerously into the latter). So if you just want that pleasurable and engrossing experience, the literary blockbuster, go on Amazon right now and read this no further. But, fundamentally, the book’s just not great. It’s patchy and lazy and all over the place. Smith absolutely knows her way around a sentence, and it is a truism to assert that she is a fine writer of comic set pieces, memorable characters, and good, ‘snappy’ dialogue. But this one doesn’t work. It’s a bust for many small reasons, and they probably look like one big reason when seen from a certain distance.