- Winter - Ali Smith
Set (very loosely) during the three days of Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and Boxing Day. Art (Arthur) (interesting choice of protagonist's name Ali) travels to Cornwall to visit his elderly mother Sophia. He has promised to bring with him his girlfriend Charlotte, who he breaks up acrimoniously with at the start of the book, so instead hires Lux, a girl he meets at a bus stop, to act as pretend Charlotte. Sophia's rebellious planet saving, Greenham Common protesting, left wing, anti Daily Mail sister Iris joins them.
As this is an Ali Smith novel the time-line jumps forwards and backwards so you never are quite sure from one paragraph to the next if you are in the now, or the past or the future, and who's now or past or future you are in.
There is so much more though. As in Autumn, Smith focuses on another British female artist, this time Barbara Hepworth (to a lesser extent though). There are also lists, and thoughts about Shakespeare, migrants, (more) Brexit, Trump, bird watching, blogging, twitter, infuriating banking systems...
I have read three Ali Smith novels this year, (How To Be Both and Autumn) and I read The Accidental last year. I'm feeling now that I have a better grasp on how to read an Ali Smith novel: Do not anticipate much of a plot or character development, fix yourself in the mindset that you are reading prose poetry in the format of a series of related radio 4 afternoon plays with additional art/political/historical musings, relinquish all desires for speech marks. Then it's a wonderful wonderful experience.
The craft with which she writes. It's hairs on the back of your arms, tingly skull skin good. The way she can write to convey tenderness, even with just one sentence. Bloody hell it's good.
So ,SO happy that there are cross-over characters between Autumn and Winter, all getting a bit David Mitchell meta, but I only realised this right at the end, so now I want to go back and read Autumn again.
What a bloody brilliantly book.