Short vignettes as Zadie Smith observes this particular moment in history passing, as she prepares to become one of those who returns, fleeing, always listening and observing others, sometimes in accordance with their uttered thoughts, at other times thinking she was, only to encounter her own subconscious bias.
Meditations by a Stoic
They open with the foreword in which she reveals she has been reading Marcus Aurelius’s Meditations for practical assistance and admits that she is no more a Stoic for having read it. Rather, she leaves that experience with two valuable intimations:
Talking to yourself can be useful.
And writing means being overheard.
I was intrigued to see what Smith had been talking to herself about and what she wished others to overhear, she is a mistress of eavesdropping and she is a Londoner and rider of the No.98, living/now leaving a country that turns many towards needing the benefits of meditation, though I can’t help but wonder if she would have gained more by listening to 21st century meditators such as Deepak Chopra, David Ji and Sharon Salzburg than Aurelius.
Writer’s and Their Reality
In Peonies, she dismisses writing as being creative, alleging that planting tulips is creative; inferring writing is control.
Experience – mystifying, overwhelming, conscious, subconscious – rolls over everybody. We try to adapt, to learn, to accommodate, sometimes resisting, other times submitting to, whatever confronts us. But writers go further: they take this largely shapeless bewilderment and pour it into a mould of their own devising. Writing is all resistance. Which can be a handsome and even a useful, activity – on the page. But, in my experience, turns out to be a pretty hopeless practice for real life. In real life, submission and resistance have no real shape.
It was observing tulips that brought about this reflection, a few days before the global humbling began, providing a preview into the now common feeling of everyday, one she describes as a ‘complex and ambivalent nature of submission‘.
She saw tulips and imposed peonies, like the fiction writer she is.
Thoughts On Flowers and Self Care
As ever, Zadie Smith creates a space for the reader to think and affirm their own views, even if she does fill it with her own words and worries.
I was a little concerned by her reading habit in A Man With Strong Hands, though an avid reader myself, there are some times and places when it might be better to put the book down and allow the mind to rest, for this self-care activity she indulges, is one the few that allows one’s existential angst to cease, if only momentarily, for that weekly half hour she regularly gifts herself.
I am reminded that we have as much to learn, if not more in the act of mindful contemplation of flowers as we do in observing that less well understood creature of Nature, humanity.
New York Times: Zadie Smith Applies Her Even Temper to Tumultuous Times
So happy to read you reading Zadie! She’s one of my favorites, as you know. Thanks, Claire!
Hi Claire 💗
I bought Zadie’s new book, yet to read.
I do read – a page here and there – Marcus Aurelius.
Thank you for your thoughts on Zadie’s reflections.
And what do you think of Marcus Aurelius? Does he still the mind or activate it in his Meditations?
I’ve had a mixed experience with Zadie Smith but I generally like her essays more than her fiction. This does sound interesting. I should probably read Aurelius too!
Oddly enough, I’ve yet to read any of Zadie Smith’s essays, even though I’ve always enjoyed her fiction. Time to remedy that, I think – especially as these are so topical.
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Some prefer her fiction and others her essays, I’m still curious about her essays but do love the London characters as d sense of place she creates in her fiction.