If I try to tell you what N-W by Zadie Smith is about, it’s going to end up sounding like the description of a vivid and messed up fever dream. Characters float in and out and the whole book is filled with weird moments, misplaced dialogue and confusing vignettes.
I like Zadie Smith, or at least I really want to. I enjoyed White Teeth when it came out back in 2000, or at least I seem to remember that I did. But N-W? Not so much.
The book follows four characters in London’s northwest corner. None are particularly likeable. None are particularly relatable.
N-W is a polarizing book. I know it. Looking at reviews on Goodreads, people either loved it or hated it. I have to say I’m in the latter category.
Next up: The Ocean at the End of the Lane.