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For ridding oneself of faith is like boiling seawater to retrieve the salt--something is gained but something is lost.

 


Life goes by, Brick Lane, Tower Hamlets, London. April 2018.

White Teeth by Zadie Smith

White Teeth is one of those books I have meant to read for the past twenty years. Dickensian in scope, the mass of the novel seems like one very long series of digressions. Stories lead to sub-stories, which themselves sprout a seemingly infinite series of detours that – while consistent with the overarching theme of the perpetual motion of history and the lives lived within – occasional threatened to spin out of control.

Despite the sprawling narratives, Smith somehow manages to hold it all together. I feared that the entire project had run off the rails during the final chapters, as the lengthy and complicated inventory of colourful characters and plotlines seemed fit to burst. While I might quibble with a few dead ends for our cast (what becomes of the lesser Chalfens? Is that it for Hortense and Ryan?), she somehow manages to stick the landing with satisfaction.

This is a funny book with a good heart and admirable desire to probe the roots of the modern, multicultural condition. On balance I’d judge it a great success. Even at its silliest – those Chalfens really do read like The Modern Parents from the Viz comic – Smith’s optimism wins out over her ironic detachment.

In advance of penning my review, I cast my eye over the many thousands written since the novel was first published. It’s fair to say this is a book that has divided its readers. I can’t help but feel that part of this is due to the lavish praise initially heaped upon it (people prefer underdogs). For what it is worth, I liked it despite its flaws.

I’d be interested to hear where the author might take some of her characters (especially the KEVINs) post-9/11 and 7/7, and the further gentrification of London as Cool Britannia morphed into the global financial crisis, austerity Britain and the farce of Brexit. With layers upon layers upon layers, there is no shortage of material for ten more books!

 

★ ★ ★ ★


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