Zadie Smith is one of those people I would love to
hate. Young, beautiful, supremely talented.
NW is a delightfully quick read, although I did
spend a good couple of hundred pages thinking that – while undeniably
well-written – the book didn’t really seem to be of the same calibre of, say, White Teeth. Despite being intriguing, the two female
protagonists are not exactly likeable (unlike Felix and, in his way, Nathan) and at times seem excessively stereotyped.
As often happens with great writers, however, the
last page is undeniably jaw-dropping. The kind of thing that makes me wish I
was still living in North London.
Luckily, although I now live south of the river, I
can still go to the Seven Stars for a pint after work – much like Keisha Blake,
who seemed a lot nicer before changing her name to become Natalie.
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