Yet the familiar places of her novels never come across as worn or tired because they welcome such a diversity of characters. Underneath the new window coverings and re-arranged furniture are the same authorial concerns: time, art, and storytelling. Autumn, her most recent novel, is no exception, and it’s homier than ever. And then there is her undeniable voice that agitates and soothes in the same stroke, unbearably light and effortlessly heavy. She always uses a single word - “past,” “beginning,” “I,” “there,” “one,” “1” - to open the first section of every one of her novels, a gentle reminder that every story is the bringing together of disparate parts. There is the usual smattering of quotes that mark the opening of each work, laid out like a welcome mat at the door. Reading a new Ali Smith novel always feels like returning to a familiar place. Billed Into Silence: Money and the Miseducation of Women.
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