A moment of reflection in the short story ‘Kelso Deconstructed’, in Zadie Smith’s new collection Grand Union, uncannily sums up the nature of the entire book. Kelso, an Antiguan immigrant living in London, feels that the short story he is reading exists “in a time and a place surely too distant in history to feel real to any reader ... each paragraph felt like a swamp you were being forced to wade through.” Yet, “those sentences ... seemed, every now and then, to be about himself ... He found certain lines shot out at him directly, as if addressed to him only, with personal intent.”
Smith’s stories, too, feel distant at first. They seem to occupy a remote corner of a universe in which conventional notions of time and space do not apply. There is mention, on more than one occasion, of a “cycle” of indefinite length — one that may represent an epoch, or a phase of personal development, depending on the context. In ‘The Canker’, for instance, the cycle is a unit in the calendar used by a matriarchal society of Amazonians living on an island; here, the women go to work every day and have numerous lovers while the men stay home and look after the children. That is, until “the Usurper” comes to power.
Grand Union is not an easy read. Smith piques our curiosity in an attempt to make us read closely, re-read, mull over passages and cross-refer, as if piecing together a puzzle. It is only then that the grand design begins to unfold in all its brilliance. The author refuses to make things easily accessible to the reader.
Zadie Smith’s first short story collection occupies a remote corner of a universe in which conventional notions of time and space do not apply
This is fitting, since the curse of mental laziness is one of the several themes that bind the stories together into a grand union of sorts. The Lazy River — a common theme park water ride, and after which one story is named — symbolises the tendency to “go with the flow” and the power of conformity. This particular body of water, which runs in a loop, is located in a Spanish resort frequented by British holidaymakers. “Life is struggle! But we are on vacation, from life and from struggle,” says the narrator.
Café Loup (read: loop), a congregation spot for the denizens of a New York neighbourhood, is a variation of the Lazy River in the story ‘Downtown’. Satirically referred to as “a moveable feast”, it represents the superficiality of café culture.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the spectrum lie characters that live “beyond the pale” of the murky waters of conformity — individuals who refuse to go with the flow, or be submerged in the Lazy River. ‘Miss Adele Amidst the Corsets’ revolves around one such specimen. A transgender cabaret dancer with a persecution complex, Miss Adele has seen better days. In her youth, she “may have been fully immersed, dunked in the local water, with her daddy’s hand on the back of her head and his blessing in her ear, but she’d leapt out of that shallow channel of water the first moment she was able.”
Similarly, in ‘Downtown’, an unnamed Austrian painter who is the very antithesis of the Café Loup crowd, asks the narrator during a visit to New York, “I don’t understand how you can live here, and be an artist, amongst all this social noise and all of these people. I myself live in a Hungarian forest.”
Smith tunes in to a universal emotional intelligence through insights and experiences that resonate with the reader on a personal level. Some of the stories are narrated in the third person, while others in the first person. The latter may very well be autobiographical, at times reading like the diary entries of a precocious adolescent: “So much of life is structurally invisible ... and has no way of fitting into the external accounts of our lives.”