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'Smith's finest. Extraordinary, truly marvellous' Observer
'Superb' Financial Times 'Breathtaking' TLS 'Pitch-perfect' Daily Telegraph
'A tale of two girls who meet in a West London dance class... A page-turner that's also beautifully written ' Glamour
'There is still no better chronicler of the modern British family than Zadie Smith' Telegraph


A dazzlingly exuberant new novel moving from north west London to West Africa, from the multi-award-winning author of White Teeth and On Beauty

Two brown girls dream of being dancers - but only one, Tracey, has talent. The other has ideas: about rhythm and time, black bodies and black music, what it means to belong, what it means to be free. It's a close but complicated childhood friendship that ends abruptly in their early twenties, never to be revisited, but never quite forgotten either.

Bursting with energy, rhythm and movement, Swing Time is Zadie Smith's most ambitious novel yet. It is a story about music and identity, race and class, those who follow the dance and those who lead it . . .

453 pages, Paperback

First published November 15, 2016

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Zadie Smith

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Zadie Smith is the author of the novels White Teeth, The Autograph Man, On Beauty, NW, and Swing Time, as well as two collections of essays, Changing My Mind and Feel Free. Zadie was elected a fellow of the Royal Society of Literature in 2002, and was listed as one of Granta's 20 Best Young British Novelists in 2003 and again in 2013. White Teeth won multiple literary awards including the James Tait Black Memorial Prize, the Whitbread First Novel Award and the Guardian First Book Award. On Beauty was shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize and won the Orange Prize for Fiction, and NW was shortlisted for the Baileys Women's Prize for Fiction. Zadie Smith is currently a tenured professor of fiction at New York University and a Member of the American Academy of Arts and Letters.

Visit www.zadiesmith.com for more information.

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Profile Image for Emily May.
1,921 reviews290k followers
November 7, 2016
This is my second Zadie Smith book and I find myself disappointed once again. I saw a comment somewhere that summarized my feelings on Smith's novels: she should write less, say more.

Smith is, in some ways, a fantastic writer. Her social commentary is witty and insightful, her detailed and complex characters drive her work, her little observations about human nature ring true. But oh my, does she waffle on about everything. She brings themes of race, gender, colonialism, capitalism, celebrity culture, and dance theory and mixes them all together, touching on each in turn but leaving all of them a little flat. Swing Time skims the surface of these topics but, for me, it doesn't do anything truly memorable with any of them.

This is the second "literary" work I've read recently that felt like a series of disconnected but beautifully-written pieces, all floating around without direction or focus. The other one being The Nix, which I actually enjoyed more. Both authors throw in some perfect characterization and wonderfully-written scenes, but the two lengthy books each left me feeling like "is that it?"

Swing Time constantly jumps between different times and places, making it honestly quite difficult to stay invested in any of the wandering roads it takes. Tracey is by far the more interesting character, which makes the Aimee chapters noticeably boring and hard to get through. The story promised by the blurb - of two young brown girls who want to be dancers - makes up the first part of the book and is interesting, but the story quickly moves away from there and gets lost. There's a real lack of focus throughout the book and I spent a lot of it feeling like I was drifting around aimlessly.

The unnamed narrator seemed like an interesting technique at first, but it made for a very distant, impersonal narrative. Maybe it was because we were never encouraged to warm to her that the novel felt so aloof and intellectual - delivering its interesting concepts without any pull or life to them.

On the more positive side, I liked how the author explored the ways rich people throw money at causes with little thought to if and how it helps. I also liked how she shows divisions within races - issues of race are never as simple as black or white, there are many different aspects such as location, wealth, class, education and whether the individual is entirely black or mixed race. Not all individuals from the same race share the same experiences.

BUT the negatives outweighed the positives for me. Parts of the book were interesting, but my overall lack of connection, paired with the unfocused exploration of so many different themes, made it a boring experience. Maybe this author just isn't for me.

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Profile Image for karen.
3,968 reviews170k followers
June 28, 2018
this is a three and a half star that i am unapologetically rounding up to four.

is it zadie smith's best book?
far from it.

a great book is like an egg - it is round and firm and full of burning life-bits held in place by a narrative design both delicate and strong enough to sustain its beating heart.

but this book, if you will permit the metaphor, is an egg slightly scrambled. the larger story is lost in the specificity of particular moments that never seem to adhere into a coherent narrative intent. fittingly, in an exchange between the narrator and another character:

"I don't know how you do it."

"Do what?"

"Deal with the drops when you can see the ocean."

this is a book preoccupied with the drops. and for me, that's not a dealbreaker, because zadie smith's writing is strong enough that i'm truly a reader captivated. when she describes a childhood friend as a fragile blonde…who had scars all up her arms and looked like a broken cat left out in the rain, even though that friend never makes an appearance outside of that sentence, i know that character perfectly. and the "drops" that feature here are huge: race, family, fame, wealth and poverty, responsibility, rivalry, motherhood, history, perception - these aren't small themes, and they aren't dealt with as small themes, but it's hard to look back after you've read the novel and understand what all the moments add up to.

part of the difficulty is with the narrator. she isn't particularly likable so the reader isn't emotionally invested in her success, but she's not unlikable enough to feel delighted when she fails. in a book where race is such a focus, it's fitting that the biracial narrator comes across as tonally beige. she's not even given a name. but she is given many excellent lines, as in her observations upon visiting kunta kinteh island:

All paths lead back there, my mother had always told me, but now that I was here, in this storied corner of the continent, I experienced it not as an exceptional place but as an example of a general rule. Power had preyed on weakness here: all kinds of power - local, racial, tribal, royal, national, global, economic - on all kinds of weaknesses, stopping at nothing, not even at the smallest girl child. But power does that everywhere. The world is saturated in blood. Every tribe has their blood-soaked legacy: here was mine. I waited for whatever cathartic feeling people hope to experience in such places, but I couldn't make myself believe the pain of my tribe was uniquely gathered here, in this place, the pain was too obviously everywhere, this just happened to be where they'd placed the monument.

i mean, phoar.

so, for me, even though i didn't get some grand takeaway from this novel, i enjoyed so much of the writing and the small developments that i can overlook its flaws. it's not a personal best for smith, but it's not even close to a dud.

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Profile Image for Matthew.
1,219 reviews8,679 followers
August 2, 2017
Nope . . . not for me . . .

• Drags on . . . and on . . . and on . . .
• Disjointed and confusing plot
• One-dimensional characters
• Randomly preachy (and not in a way that made me think)
• Bizarre and gratuitous sex stuff (I don’t mind sex at all in books if it advances the plot or even if it is part of a cheesy romance and is there to titillate the reader. In this book, it is just weird)
• Not very clearly delineated time jumps
• Events that don’t really make a lot of sense
• Lack of resolution
• I wanted to DNF this about ten times. I usually never have a desire to DNF, even when I don’t like a book. So, that speaks volumes!

I can see that some like this book, and that is great. But, for me, this will be my last Zadie Smith.
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433 reviews2,889 followers
February 25, 2017
Some novels are brilliant all the way through and the ending is of no elevated consequence; with others the ending is all important and can either make it or kill it. This for me falls in the latter category. There was a point about half way through where I felt this was going out of focus. That Smith had assembled an exciting and topical panorama of material but that her storytelling wasn’t quite doing it justice. In short, not for the first time, I had the feeling that she’s a better writer than she is novelist. However the clarity with which the last fifty pages brought all her themes into focus changed my mind to some extent. The ending redeemed some of the mid-point meandering.

No question Ferrante has had a big influence on Zadie. The template for this novel bears lots of similarities with the Elena and Lila saga. The two friends who grow up together; the more talented hampered by social deprivation; the less talented able to move away from the poverty of her background and reinvent herself. Except Smith’s two characters are downgraded versions of Ferrante’s. Tracey is raw talent rather than genius (and infinitely less compelling than Lila as a character) and her friend, the narrator (do we ever learn her name? I don’t think we do), piggybacks on the talent of others rather than ever develop any talent of her own. Also, like Ferrante, this is narrated in the first person.

As is usually the case with Zadie Smith the finest attributes of this novel all centre on her remarkable gift for identifying the changing nature of social and cultural guidelines. She investigates many topical themes – online trolling, celebrity charity, globetrotting, networking, national identity, the adult world becoming increasingly more adolescent. An interesting facet of this novel is perhaps the ascendency of ego in women to the detriment of men. The men in this novel are a hapless bunch. Usually depicted as completely out of their element and unable to make any inroads with regards to ambition or desire. Where it was less successful for me was the narrator herself. She is perhaps too neutral, too passive, too emotionally anaemic. She’s a modern day Nick Carraway – except Fitzgerald used the brilliantly self-effacing Nick to tell the bigger story of Gatsby while Smith’s narrator is way more egotistical and often puts the focus on herself rather than on the more compelling characters around her. This was especially the case in the African section of this book which for me was by far the least successful and where the focus went foggy. And, also like Fitzgerald but again less successfully, Smith keeps the character who supplies most of the novel’s plot a mystery. This is Aimee, a somewhat generic pop megastar for whom the narrator works as a personal assistant. Aimee has about the same GDP as the African country where she sets up a charity to help female school kids. That this ostensibly worthy gesture will degenerate into petty personal bickering is perhaps an emblem of the novel’s prevailing conflict – ego vs genuine nurturing care. Interestingly it’s only the novel’s minor characters who succeed in the latter and they’re all men. In Zadie’s world women have ceased to be nurturing. They are too busy pursuing professional ambition or drenched in bitterness for its demise (though the ending partially contradicts this thesis). The narrator herself is emotionally inarticulate throughout the novel but only realises it on the last page.

It may, as some have said, be her best book. But I still don’t feel she has quite lived up to the enormous promise of White Teeth and am still waiting for the masterpiece I think she’s got it in her to write.
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559 reviews1,021 followers
September 11, 2022
5 "universal, benevolent, interconnected" stars !!!

The Bronze Award Read of 2018 (third favorite read)

Dear Zadie I love you !!

I am not sure how this review will turn out because of my astonishment. I continue to be surprised by my astonishment of Ms. Smith's work. I should know by now that Zadie (in my mind we are on a first name basis) will deliver a piece of literature that will tantalize, satisfy, teach and also help me reflect on both my inner and outer world. Zadie takes me by the hand and in the gentlest and sweetest way helps me look on my fellow beings with kindness, compassion and deepened understandings. You see Zadie knows. She KNOWS the world in ways most of us don't. I am sure part of this lived experience but it is beyond this. She is both a conduit that processes the impact of gender, socio-economic status, intelligence level, sexuality, geography, personality, leisure preferences on the individual. She then places these individuals into a variety of contexts where they interact, influence and experience each other. Of course there are strong emotions such as love, anger, jealousy, care but she simply notices and comments. Zadie does not stop there though, she hints and cajoles us into becoming familiar if not comfortable with Universal Truths and that with increased awareness and respect we can impact the world around us.

Zadie is a sorceress as in this novel she accomplished profundities not by stylized writing or eccentric conversations or unconventional prose. She does this by writing about two mixed race girls that love dance in the inner city of London. She does this in the genre of contemporary chick-lit and the world of politics, internet and pop-stars. Wham Bam though as easy and entertaining as this was to read you realize that Zadie has endowed this much maligned sub-genre with a wisdom and magic of the ages, a perfume that moves deeper into the skin that makes the surroundings a sweeter space.

I will end this review the way I started it:

Dear Zadie I love you !

Profile Image for Diane S ☔.
4,686 reviews14k followers
October 8, 2016
My first Zadie Smith and perhaps not the best one to have started with. The prose itself was fine but the story left me cold. It started promising enough, our narrator and her friend Tracy, two brown girls dream about being dancers. Our narrator, however, has flat feet and little talent for dance, though she can sing. Tracy is the one with dance talent and her acceptance into a dance school with serve to start the separation of our two friends.

Forward to the future, our narrator is an assistant to popular dancer/singer, maybe a Brittany Spears type of entertainer who wants to build a girl's school in West Africa. We go back and forth in time, the past, the present in Africa. I should have loved this part but I found the characters flat, our narrator little changed from her youth, and the pacing incredibly slow. It is hard to overcome the fact that a secondary character, Tracy is so much more interesting, that the parts that include her pulled me in, while the other characters just seem wooden.

Cultural identity is explored, old movies, dance but not as much as the title of the book leads us to believe. I found myself skimming, never a good thing, and at the end there were finally a few noteworthy and redeemable events. I will try to read another of her books, as I said the prose itself was worthy, just wished for more interesting aspects in the plot itself. There are many four and five star reviews for this book, keep in mind, this is just my reaction to it and may not be yours.

ARC from Netgalley.
Profile Image for Emma.
970 reviews956 followers
November 4, 2016
Brilliantly written, this novel from Zadie Smith is a mishmash of modern culture and timeless themes. Ideas about female friendship, family, and identity are interwoven with music and dance from pop and musical to African and hip hop. What Smith gets very right in the book is the way relationships between characters are based upon their relative power; the way superstar Aimee is a vortex around which all other lives are determined; the power of language, what is said, or how and when speech is withheld; the removal of agency or belonging when all those around you are speaking another language, literal or metaphorical. Again and again, this leads to miscommunication, misunderstanding, or outright manipulation. Language and power is threaded into each person's identity and underlines their relative role to each other and within the book as a whole. The narrator may seem to hold the top spot, it is through her eyes that all others are visible, but she isn't even given a name. It's an imbalance that illuminates the overarching idea of the novel.

At times the novel meanders too far from its core themes, though perhaps it was a reflection of the main character getting lost in her life as much as the story being lost in itself. Overall I think my main issue was that she never seemed to learn anything, still as much a naive and somewhat self absorbed child at the end of the book as at the beginning, despite the passing time and enough life events that she should have changed something in herself. This is not a criticism of Smith, this nameless girl acts perfectly within the scope of her character, I just wished more for her. Like her mother, I felt that if she'd just.... My hopes for a character and their life story has, obviously, no effect on the actuality of the story, yet it didn't stop me from feeling disappointed by the end. If anything, it's this that likens the novel to real life, this feeling of wanting something better for a friend or acquaintance is something we all recognise. And how often does that bear fruit? Still, it shows how invested I was in a unnamed girl I didn't even really like.

I chose to read this ARC from Netgalley. All opinions are my own.

Profile Image for Hannah.
583 reviews1,041 followers
May 29, 2017
I am conflicted: while the language is impressive and there were plenty of parts that I truly enjoyed immensely, the overall reading experience was uneven and a bit of a dissappointment for me. I was super pleased to receive an arc of this book as Zadie Smith is one of those authors whose work I have intended to get to at some point, sooner rather than later. Now I am not so sure anymore if this was the best way to start reading her.

"Swing Time" is a story told from the perspective of an unnamed mixed-race woman, both of her younger years and her intense friendship with Tracey, another of the mixed-race girls living at the estate she's growing up at and of her being in her mid-30s and working for a ficticious international pop-star with philanthropic plans of building a girls' school in West Africa. Threading through both timelines is her love for dance and her inability to find a place in the world (or even herself). As other reviewers have already noted, the parts with Aimee, the pop star, and the visits to Africa are by far not as interesting as her life before - and especially Tracey's life.

My main problem with the book was the main character. Even after spending more than 400 pages in her head, I am still not sure who she is and what she is like; however, this flatness of character might very well be intentional. The protagonist only ever defines herself in relation to other people: to Aimee, to her mother, and most of all to Tracey - that other girl so similar to her and still so different, with a trajectory so contrary to her own that there might not be a way for them to connect again. Nevertheless, that flatness bothered me and her naivety did not endear her to me - it rather proved how much her world revolved around herself and it made her a difficult protagonist to empathize with.

But at the same time, some of the secondary characters were fully fleshed out, flawed people that I would have loved to spend more time with. I enjoyed Tracey as a character and would have loved for her to be at the centre of the book (especially because the description made it sound like she would be). I loved the interactions the protagonist has with her mother; even though she is aggrevating as well their relationship felt real. It is in those scenes that Zadie Smith's tremendous talent shines and those are the reason why I am still overall glad to have read this book.

I received an arc curtesy of NetGalley and Penguin Books UK in exchange for an honest review. Thanks for that!
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1,352 reviews2,397 followers
December 22, 2016
Wow. This huge, powerful novel is so minutely observed that readers can be forgiven for occasionally missing the forest for the trees. Sex, race, and class are backdrop here, setting and makeup for half-a-life of self-abnegation performed on a world stage. Dichotomies between first world/third world value sets, the insular self-preserving life of huge celebrities, the influence of money on impulses of every kind, the debts we owe another, how generosity manifests, who “family” really is— these life-critical issues are part of Zadie Smith’s latest novel. It bowled me over.

The story begins with two young girls, both fascinated with musical theatre and dance, as closely entwined as stems from the same seed, growing apart as they grew up together, the result of outsized talent and personality on one side, and a confusion of identities and timidity on the other. One takes a job dancing on stage, the other handmaiden to a dancer on a bigger stage. The confusion of identities is not challenged for years, during which time the handmaiden begins to observe cracks in the world she sought to manage.

She is nameless, the narrator. By dint of parental steering, she finished university and managed to find her way into managing logistics for a superstar, a singer/dancer. Descriptions of her work grow less enthralled as she ages out of the job ten years on, after discovering along the way that she may have been hired or kept on because she was a “woman of color” and filled a slot rather than for any perceived talent. In fact, the one time she does display an actual talent—for singing—her boss threatened to fire her.

Looking at a changed world without the prism supplied by the superstar, she realizes there is little she can take away from that time. The lessons she learned may not be ones she wants to keep, and she is not sure if she knows how to speak to a person dying, or how to be friends, or how to care, or how to make people around her feel benefit from her success.

Smith raises many issues in this novel but doesn’t solve many of them for us. The thing she does do so beautifully is poke a mixed London heritage and point to those little moments we recognize: anguish over unequal opportunity disguised as childish jealousy (Tracey); admiration for someone's ability to draw people into their orbit with generosity and joy (Hiwot in West Africa, her mother in London); how to be just who you are without designators like age or race or education or accomplishments (her father, James & Darryl in NYC).

The narrator is a shadow yet, in the beginning and at end of the novel, by her own admission, and not grown into her own persona. But we are there the moments she begins to see, to recognize who she is, what she believes, and what she has missed.
“Now everyone knows who you really are.”
We do, and we feel so many other things as well. She is vulnerable, but suddenly able to see, hear, think, feel. She is in danger, but instead of being frightened, she feels a tingle…that’s blood rushing. Why does it take so long for humans to develop their sense? She is on her way, and she’ll do fine. The last thing her mother says to her is that she would make a good mother. And she would. But so will many others, even those who look incapable of it. Even Tracey. Even Aimee. Even her. She did learn something about love after all.
“The future is the same as the past.”
What did Lamman mean when he said this to Fern? Perhaps he meant our future is in our past, or the future is created from the past or the past determines the future.

I listened to this novel, published by Penguin Random House Audio and read by Pippa Bennett-Warner. Bennett-Warner was amazing. She made a plethora of accents perfectly distinguishable, at least five London accents alone, two Australian, Jamaican, West African, along with NYC and generic American, male and female. That’s pretty grand, no matter how you cut it. I took my time over this, did not mark my place as I listened, so often listened twice to any section to catch up to my last heard scene. I was never bored. Smith packed so much seeing in each scene, I was thinking the entire time. Impressive in every way, and tons to talk about if readers choose this for a reading group. Which I recommend.
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1,251 reviews49 followers
August 24, 2017
Zadie Smith can be brilliant and frustrating in equal parts. This book certainly doesn't lack ambition, it is always readable and entertaining and parts of it are excellent, but once again I was left feeling this is not the great work that such a talented writer should be capable of, and for me none of her subsequent novels have matched her debut White Teeth.

To start with the positives - I really enjoyed the first part in which the unnamed narrator describes her childhood friendship with Tracey. They meet in a dance class and share a love of old musicals, Tracey is the more talented dancer but without the narrator she lacks direction and struggles to escape her broken family and her largely absent criminal father. The narrator has a caring but ineffectual white father and an ambitious self-taught mother who becomes a politician. Tracey achieves some success as a dancer but fails to make a long term career of it in the face of impossible odds.

For me the problems concern the character Aimee, a megastar singer and dancer who is Australian but shares many of the attributes, the career trajectory, lifestyle and aspirations of Madonna. The narrator works for her and is exploited to the point of having no life of her own, and is involved in a vanity project to build a school in West Africa (in a country which is not named but can only be Gambia). For me it is impossible to create such a character and make her completely separate from the real figures who embody the characteristics she does.

Smith has a lot to say about exploitation, black history and the realities of working in Africa, and these ideas are almost sufficient to compensate for the weaknesses. There are some fascinating asides about the careers of some of the black dancers (Jeni LeGon, Bojangles and others) who played bit parts in classic song and dance movies, and how they were exploited.

For all its faults this is an accomplished work, more fully realised that some of Smith's previous novels, and I can see why it made the Booker longlist, but there are too many stronger books on the list for me to see it as likely shortlist material, let alone as a potential winner.
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1,089 reviews7,946 followers
July 12, 2017
This was my 3rd attempt at a Zadie Smith book, and my 2nd time finishing one. I've come to the conclusion that I might just not be intelligent enough for her books.

This has that quality you see when you look at fine art and think, "I understand it's special and important, but I just don't fully understand it." And that's fine. I can read a story like this—one with really natural writing with characters that are well developed, but maybe with a plot that just loses you and themes that are obviously there and getting at something that you don't quite comprehend—and just not 'get it.' At least, I'm okay with that because Smith is a really good writer; I can see that. But her stories just don't do it for me.

I've heard good things about On Beauty and White Teeth, so I might give one of those a try sometime.
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360 reviews359 followers
June 5, 2018
The accolades garnered by Smith made me excited to read this. Without revealing the story, those stellar notices made me press on despite how the first quarter of it is hard to warm to.

Toward the middle of it, the story became more compelling. My hope that this would be an all-time fave soared. Here was brilliant writing studded with genius perception! The author, I marveled, takes no prisoners! Everyone/everything/everywhere gets stripped naked of sentimentality and tossed into the fire of truth!

Wait -- the annoying Australian Madonna-ish character was barely singed, and the U.S. way she was rendered made me wonder whether the author believes that North Americans are superior to people from other countries. Worse, the one Persian character was a bigoted buffoon.

The book is entirely first-person. By the last third, the protagonist wore on me worse than she had at the start -- her passivity, her self-serving emotions, and opinions, her perpetual cynicism, her lack of empathy for those working toward their dreams, her lack of feeling even for those who treated her lovingly.

There seemed to be an overriding theme, but by the end, I could only guess at it. Was it that ‘life sucks and then you die’ or that some people really really need anti-depressants or that pursuit of goodness is a waste of time or that neither can we control our destinies nor can anyone help us?

Four stars for enough educational and excellent writing to make me grateful that I read this, yet there was potential for much more.
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178 reviews1,553 followers
August 8, 2017
[Originally appeared here: http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/li...]

There is something about every life: ripe with memories, rife with punctures, crowded yet distinct, deceptively omniscient but a puzzle to its only custodian. Zadie Smith’s narrator in ‘Swing Time’ attempts to hold this fleeting, substantial thing in her hand and poke it for its secrets over a good 35-40 years.

This is a story primarily about a brown girl in London, whose life arcs diverse places, people and emotions, keeping, somehow, another brown girl, Tracey, at its epicentre. Narrated in first person, she opens her rendezvous with Tracey at the tender age of seven, when all that mattered to the duo was dance, at which, Tracey was much better. This unequal ledge of talent, sets precedent to the rest of the story and throughout her life, our narrator registers experiences, always a tad less vibrant than she had hoped would come by.

Right from abandoning her ambitious mother and genial father and gravitating towards Tracey in her teens, to landing a job at a music channel by severing ties with the very same girl, from rapturously following a teenage pop sensation, serving her fashionable cause of educating children in a remote West African village, to returning, in her mature years, to her own mother and Tracey’s children, our narrator lives a life oscillating at the hems of reward and agony. And this undulation is captured with a sharp lens, at times and a shaky hand, at other.

A prominent thread that one might notice in this expansive narrative, is the non-linear time line. The narrator keeps swinging between today and yesterday, and day after tomorrow and day before yesterday. The casualty in such arrangements is usually empathy, which is suspended much before its formation due to the breckneck pace of its beholders. But Smith’s skill lies in her smart writing, which bridges the gaps to some extent. Her seamless fusion of cultural elements belies the sharp sting of race fallout: the friendships and relationships she depicts are not devoid of the disjoint perspectives that emerge from exercising different racial hegemonies. There is a certain tenderness in her narrator’s call, almost like an impervious actor defeated from inside. But the overdose of details robs a considerable sheen off the reading pleasure. Some portions, especially in the middle, are tediously drawn, where the elements appear doing nothing else but fill the pages. Perhaps, the superfluity did what the overlapping timelines did not – overshadow the narrator.

Despite all, ‘Swing Time’ is a good outing; one that brings some vital air, if not a piece of fresh memory to take back home.

[Note: Thanks to Netgalley and Penguin Books (UK) for providing me an ARC.]
Profile Image for Jessica Woodbury.
1,559 reviews1,937 followers
October 5, 2016
It is hard when you really love an author and their book just doesn't really work for you. Especially when the premise of examining female friendship was so promising.

I am not sure what exactly didn't work, the early chapters went well, though the structure jumping around held me back from connecting strongly with the characters early on. The second major story arc comes late and never really worked for me at all. The "Aimee" chapters lack the loveliness of the "Tracey" chapters, which may well be purposeful, but as a reader it made for a disconnected experience. Just when things start getting interesting in the Tracey story, we leave it and never return to it in a satisfying way.

One thing I did note is that this novel suffers from the same kind of problem that most novels have when their narrator is less interesting than the other main characters. The narrator's lack of self can't expand to fill the story. This type of novel is often hard for me to really enjoy, especially with a first person narration. It's also noteworthy that I rarely see a book about a very famous or charismatic fictional person that really helps you feel that person's pull or magnetism. The "Aimee" chapters in particular suffer from this, the "Tracey" chapters early on are much more successful. (The only book I can think of that I like that fills either criteria is A Prayer for Owen Meany, which devotes the entire book to making its main character very very interesting and helping the narrator become something bigger than he was at the beginning.)

It's painful to not enthusiastically love a new book from one of your favorite writers. Sigh.
Profile Image for Ron Charles.
1,017 reviews48.2k followers
November 9, 2016
Madonna? Beyoncé? Angelina Jolie?

Which pop star inspired Zadie Smith to create the celebrity who bends the universe to her will in “Swing Time”?

But that’s hardly the most interesting question raised by this thoughtful new novel, which moves across the years and oceans — from London and New York to West Africa. This is a story at once intimate and global, as much about childhood friendship as international aid, as fascinated by the fate of an unemployed single mother as it is by the omnipotence of a world-class singer.

Smith, who rocked the literary establishment while still in college with a partial manuscript for “White Teeth,” opens her fifth novel to the toe-tapping tunes of Fred Astaire’s 1936 musical comedy “Swing Time.” But a darker bass line thrums beneath that happy melody. In the prologue, the narrator, a young woman recently fired from her job, seeks solace by Googling an old video clip of Astaire performing “Bojangles of Harlem” — and quickly discovers that. . . .

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421 reviews
February 7, 2017
This is a great novel and I think one of the strongest (if not the strongest) of Zadie Smith’s already impressive body of work.

The story works on many levels and takes in multifarious themes, which although are generally familiar territory for Zadie Smith, are approached in what feels like a very focussed, new and intelligent way.

There is so much in this novel, it is difficult to know where to start, challenging to encapsulate – but in an attempt to try and convey… This is a story of friendship, family, betrayal, ambition, life and death, race and racial politics, power, class and gender; but it is much more than that – questions are suggested concerning – what is success, what is privilege – what is it and what does it actually mean to any of us?

The story moves from North London, to the USA to Africa and raises questions about belonging….not just geographical or racial belonging, but family belonging, friendship and community belonging…

The story tracks through the 1980’s and 90’s and whilst very evocative (particularly of London) successfully avoids the usual clichés of lazy nostalgia.

Concerning the power of celebrity, think Madonna, Shakira, Angelina Jolie, Oprah Winfrey et al. But this is no polemic or diatribe – instead as with all great books, questions are raised, thoughts are provoked and judgements are not made.

You very much feel as though you have been on a journey – I think that’s possibly the best way to describe this novel. It’s a very satisfying, compelling, thought provoking, challenging, emotionally engaging and memorable journey – of great reality, humanity, meaning and authenticity.

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August 1, 2017
'Swing! Dig the rhythm! Swing! Dig the message!' - 'Swing' from Bernstein's Wonderful Town

Possibly Zadie Smith's most divisive novel to date, Swing Time is a tale of two brown girls, both dancers, dreaming of being the Ginger to someone's Fred. Both girls, Tracey and our unnamed narrator, grow up on the estates of North London (or, as Smith herself puts it, a North London of the mind). Our narrator lives with her black activist mother, she is something of a mix between Assata Shakur and Diane Abbott, whilst Tracey lives with her white Croydon facelift'd mother who seems to be a somewhat more mature Vicky Pollard. As with most Smith novels, class divides all. The novel follows the two girls and our narrator's eventual career in the media as an assistant to Madonna standee, Aimee.

It's a road well-worn. A novel about two girls from different class backgrounds magically kindling a friendship. Just off the top of my head I can recall numerous other authors who've written books on the exact same subject; Maeve Binchy, Edna O'Brien, Toni Morrison, Elena Ferrante. However, with Smith, it didn't feel like I've been here before. The sections of the novel dealing with our narrator's relationship with Tracey are by far its saving grace. Never a chore to read (unlike other sections) everything is so naturalistic between them and Smith writes this relationship with such intimate detail that at times one forgets that this novel is fiction. The girls' love of the golden age of musicals obviously aided in my adoration of these sections, with numerous references to Gypsy, Show Boat, and Guys and Dolls, I felt right at home laughing at every joke and understanding every reference.

However, this novel is not without flaws. The largest flaws for me were the West Africa sections. In the novel, the superstar Aimee (to whom our narrator is a PA) funds the building of a school in a West African nation and thus our narrator must make numerous trips there to make sure that everything is going smoothly. Whilst these sections did serve as foils for our narrator's naivety, they are also the sections in which a whole lot of nothing happens. Often slid in between sections detailing the narrator's friendship with Tracey, these sections eventually became utterly labourious. I must admit at times skimming a couple of these sections in order to get back to Tracey and her life.

Another flaw of the novel is its sheer scale. There is absolutely no reason for this book to be the behemoth it is. Honestly, you want to save the trees? I've a solution. Hire better editors. This novel could have been cleaned up a lot more and could've lost maybe 150 pages. If Orwell managed to do Animal Farm in 95 pages then you have no excuse Zadie.

This novel had an interesting time with the press. The Guardian called it 'her finest novel' whilst The Irish Times said it is 'lacking a consistent narrative drive, an interesting voice or a compelling point of view'. I think I fall somewhere in the middle of these reviews. Is it Smith's best? God no. Is it a good starting point with Smith? Dear god no. Swing Time is a minor novel in Smith's oeuvre. I'm starting to feel we'll never reach the heights of White Teeth ever again. I would align this novel more with The Autograph Man, another Smith novel which had a hard time with the public but which I found to be throughly enjoyable. And just like The Autograph Man, I think Swing Time is more a Smith novel for Smith fans. A notch on the bedpost for completionists. Because for every Middlemarch, there has to be a Silas Marner.
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December 16, 2016
3.5 stars

I'm trebly daunted to write a coherent review of Zadie Smith's Swing Time. A) It's hard to be objective when I've got a serious crush on Ms. Smith's writing style (only a select handful of authors can make me swoon just by their effortless sentence construction, and she's one of them). B.) Novels with racial dynamics at their core (particularly those written from a black perspective about the white world around them) certainly pique my interest, but my inability to put myself completely in a black person's shoes (be it a mixed-race 'estate'-girl from London like Swing Time, a Nigerian woman émigré to the US in Americanah, or a girl grappling with Deep South prejudice, poverty, and Hurricane Katrina in Salvage the Bones) makes me a terrible arbiter of such works. And C.) My GR friend Jenna has already written an amazing 3-star review of this book (which I'd love to link you to, but HTML utterly confounds me) that really captures the essence of the book, and its faults) way better than I ever could.

Swing Time is pretty wonderful when Ms. Smith sticks with her two principal protagonists: Two mixed race young girls in the '80s living in the "estates" (Brit-speak, I think, for lower class tenement buildings) in London, both with aspirations to be famous dancers. Tracey, with a boorish white mom and absentee black dad (and supposed Michael Jackson touring dancer), is the natural talent of the two friends; and the unnamed narrator, with a Nefertiti-looking civic-minded black mom, a milquetoast white dad, a love for old musicals (particularly those with Fred Astaire), and, thanks to flat feet, very little talent. Ms. Smith is all about dichotomies of duality here: Whites vs. Blacks, Haves vs. Have-nots, Americans vs. British, Celebrity vs. Anonymity, Tracey vs. Ms. Narrator. As long as Ms. Smith stays within her bailiwicks of London and class and race awareness, the novel soars.

As the friendship drifts apart and the girls zoom through adolescence toward their adult lives, though, when Ms. Smith introduces an internationally famous pop singer named Aimee to the mix (who the narrator lands a job with as a personal assistant), the novel starts to sputter. Though still quite readable, these parts of the novel (particularly when an enlightened Angelina Jolie-esque celebrity like Aimee decides out of nowhere to establish a girls school in the wretchedly impoverished Gambia, West Africa) that things start feeling flimsy and contrived, throwing the book out of kilter. (It doesn't help matters that the narrative bounces back and forth in time, triangulating from London, New York and Africa; the differences in the quality of the narrative are glaring with each chapter bounce back and forth: London sections vibrant, Africa sections meh) A salacious ending (actually two endings, hinted at from the beginning) between both Ms Narrator and Aimee and Ms.Narrator and Tracey both kinda fizzle. The central dancing theme got somewhat lost in the drama.

Still, I liked parts of this enough to be glad that I read it; I just wish it could've evoked in me a Snoopy "happy dance" rather than the Michael Jackson's Thriller Zombie Shuffle-feeling I'm left with instead.
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March 17, 2017
Swing Time by Zadie Smith is a 2016 Hamish Hamilton publication.

I picked this book out while reading through some of 2016’s award nominees, eager to read outside my comfort zone for a while.

The story begins with the childhood friendship between two ‘brown girls’ who forge a strong bond, despite their difference in upbringing and approach to life.

Tracey is a talented dancer, while her unnamed friend dances to the beat of a different drummer, so to speak.

As we follow the paths these two embark on in life, the friendship that once cemented them together, begins to crack. Still, no matter what transpires for each of them, that bond seems indestructible and impossible to ignore completely.

This book is truly multi-layered. Tracey has a goal, a purpose, despite her troubled home life. But, her undisciplined childhood promotes unflattering behaviors in her.

Our narrator, may not possess the natural talent of her friend, but her life is grounded by a father who loves her and a strong mother who works hard to achieve her own goals, set an example for her daughter, and hopefully provide her with a better life in the process.

The story is filled with lush locations, introduces us to different cultures, and even has musical soundtrack. The writing, of course, is exceptional, and characterizations vivid and alive.

The women featured are so exotic, each with a distinct and profound sense of themselves, except perhaps for our narrator who is still on that path of self -discovery.

The pop star the narrator works for might conjure up an image or two of real life divas, the mother is a character who leaves a strong and forceful impression on her daughter, and there is no question that Tracey’s friendship has had an impact. Hawa is a unique character, as well. A woman who embraces her life despite the cultural judgements our sensibilities might balk at. All these women make an impression on the narrator in some way and will help her chose her path.

I hope I’ve taken from the book what the author was attempting to express, but for some reason, I find it difficult to articulate what that might be.

I think our storyteller was so focused on leaving her old neighborhood behind, once she manages to do that, she seems to struggle with her selfhood. She attempts to wear several hats, but they don’t always seem to fit.

“I saw all my years at once, but they were not piled up on each other, experience after experience, building into something of substance—the opposite. A truth was being revealed to me: that I had always tried to attach myself to the light of other people, that I had never had any light of my own. I experienced myself as a kind of shadow.”

Ultimately, I think our narrator will find her calling, her niche, will embrace her heritage, her roots, and make peace with who she is deep down and maybe even find a common ground with her old childhood friend, in the old neighborhood where they first danced.

Overall, this is a well written story, which I think is open to various interpretations. It’s a serious character analysis, it’s about personal convictions, friendship, race, and individuality. This is my first novel by this author, and I’m impressed enough, I want to have a look at her previous releases and will look forward enjoying her future efforts.
4 stars
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218 reviews77 followers
December 1, 2016
Oh, man. What a letdown. Awarding a Zadie book a lackluster rating elicits a very uncomfortable and unfamiliar feeling from me, sort of like going to the polls and finding you've just accidentally cast your vote for the opposite candidate than intended. (Not that I expect any voting or poll-related similes to have any great resonance in fall 2016 USA.... Also, that was just metaphorical speaking; you can bet I triple-checked my vote for accuracy before submitting it this month!...which already feels a year long...but I digress.)

I'm disappointed with myself for not loving this book given my general love for Zadie Smith and her other works. NW is one of my favorite novels of all time, and one that captured better than anything I've read my own specific experience in growing up navigating the "blocks" of poor/working class community housing. It's such an amazing book in my view that I can't even bring myself to describe my appreciation: it left me feeling that I wasn't fucking worthy of even attempting to articulate her brilliance. Maybe on my deathbed I'll try to review it, was my ultimate conclusion, when I can hopefully channel the spirit of Virginia Woolf to express my admiration, which is the level of support I feel I'd need. Unfortunately - the books that fall flat are always a little easier to talk about....

I'd rather be disappointed with myself than with anything Zadie-related, but after reading a bunch of GR reviews, I had to admit that I'm among many readers who found this book disappointing for reasons they were able to cogently identify (and with which I fully agree). (Of course, there are eloquent proponents of the book as well; would that I were among you, my people from whom I've apparently self-exiled!) Since there are already so many other strong reviews that capture what this book tries to do and how it falls flat, I'll limit myself here to itemizing my top five gripes rather than launching into a full-on takedown. Perhaps this will also alleviate my guilt at betraying Zadie.

1. When word spread that Zadie had a new book coming, there was much rejoicing - and then an additional wave of rejoicing that this book would be about dancing. Through GR, I know I'm among many readers who love a good dance-related book; perhaps we are all still mourning the premature demise of Bunheads (anyone?). But, for a book in which dance supposedly functions as a central metaphor, Swing Time seems frightfully deficient in notable literary or philosophical writing about dancing. This is an especially egregious error in that Zadie Smith is certainly capable of doing the most elegant, affecting, poetic, and deft things with language. And wow, it seems like a passionate and visceral subject such as The Dance would have been an amazing target for her dazzling linguistics and insights! Sure, there's dancing going on IN the book: it's a recurring plot device in both the "Tracey/London" and "Aimee/Africa" sections, and as indicated by the book's title, the narrator references significant moments in the history of dance and their racial and cultural implications. But this is all as dispassionate and dry as the term paper it sounds like. There are no passionate descriptions, or even especially descriptive descriptions, of actual dance. There is much talk of the importance of dance and the love of dance, but absolutely no showing of it. A YA potboiler about vampire ballerinas would probably contain more fascinating writing about actual dance. The power of dance as conveyed through this book would be comparable to reading Billie Holiday's biography - a sad story, to be sure - but without ever actually hearing her songs or voice to bring that story to life.

2. You know how everyone is annoyed by Nick Carraway, especially when played in a film by Tobey McGuire, since in my experience everyone also seems annoyed by Tobey McGuire?...no, just me and the folks I know? Anyway, my point is that a passively observant (but not especially insightful or perceptive), shallowly characterized and non-evolving cipher of a narrator can be hard to love, and in Swing Time we have an excellent specimen. The narrator is unnamed, leading myself and others to consider the possibility that this character is "meant to be this (bland) way" in service of some grander big picture literary project. Maybe, but if you have to consider granting a special concession to the author on this kind of basis, then that literary project just didn't work.

3. Oh, and even if you don't mind the narrator, never fear: there are many other under- or un-developed characters to choose from. Specifically, most of the characters in Africa, Aimee and her entourage, and quite honestly, even Tracey (especially post-childhood). With most of these characters, I didn't get a solid sense of how they talked, looked, or behaved, what they believed, or what motivated their actions, which often seemed incongruous and came out of nowhere. In some of Zadie's other books, we get vivid stream-of-consciousness internal monologues from a diversity of characters, which worked a hell of a lot better for me than having everything filtered through the limited no-name-ator of this book. As others have observed, the narrator's mother is by far the most developed, multi-dimensional, interesting character, and I enjoyed parts of this book as a kind of novella about her.

4. The character of Aimee warrants a special critique. If, of all possible jobs that exist, you decide as an author to make your narrator/protagonist the personal assistant of a huge international pop star, then I feel like you have a responsibility to do more with the international pop star character than merely use her as a plot mechanism to send the narrator on periodic visits to Africa. Surely there are other ways to accomplish this, or even to incorporate the themes the Africa sections attempt to address. Aimee appears in only a few short scenes in the book, and her instant transformation into a clueless would-be humanitarian isn't discussed or described but rather a thing we are simply meant to understand and accept - again, lots of telling with no showing. Aimee is so shallowly characterized that getting any idea of what she is like relies on the reader's own ability to collage together attributes of various known celebrities (something I wasn't really able to do because I just don't give a shit about them). I know Zadie Smith is a hardworking author, so I was confused because this technique just seems super lazy and pointless. Also, I was resentful that I was forced to try to conjure up thoughts of people like Angelina Jolie when a big reason I read in the first place is to try to get away from pervasive celebrity culture that I don't give a crap about.

5. There are authors people read for plot, and Zadie Smith isn't one of them and doesn't need to be. So I was dismayed at how this book ultimately resorts to cumbersome plot devices, which toward the conclusion especially become dramatic and contrived. Without giving spoilers (and btw: having to worry about spoilers in a Zadie Smith book? Damn, that's cray-cray!), more stuff happens in the final chunk of pages than in large preceding swaths of the book. Even the whole shuttling back and forth in alternate chapters between London and Africa, past and present, and trying to tie together various loose ends, all feels belabored and forced. Like many readers, I came to dread the non-London chapters because their execution seemed so inferior in comparison.

What makes me saddest overall is that I really liked this book in its earliest pages, where Zadie uses her characteristic portrayal of diverse working-class London girlhood to begin exploring the themes and big ideas with which this book is concerned. I honestly think she could have continued on in this vein and wound up with a more effective and powerful book in the tradition of NW and White Teeth. I respect the author's right to embark on a new kind of project, but unfortunately, this book, and the reading of it, felt exactly like a project in the end.
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July 7, 2017
Great book! I won this in a goodreads giveaway. This was my first Zadie Smith novel. It won't be my last. There is more to this Swing Time than it seems. The novel is ostensibly about two girls growing up in London with dreams of dancing. A coming of age story. But it's much more than that. This book is a thoughtful discussion of isms and cultural disconnects. Smith's writings cumulatively addressed racism, sexism, feminism, multiculturalism, classism, socialism, colonialism, altruism, exoticism, and even fetishism. But it doesn't stop there, the book also addresses issues of cultural identity, the importance of education, parenting, and a scathing indictment of a lack of cultural awareness and personal growth through the evolution (or lack thereof) and squandered opportunities in the character of the narrator.

Smith writes the book in the first person so the reader views the world through the eyes of the nondescript narrator. The way that Smith does this is masterful because it encourages the reader to drape their own perceptions and judgments onto the character. People seem to view things and circumstances differently because the narrator is so insubstantial. I think that is an interesting writing perspective and difficult to do well. It is through the secondary characters and the narrator's perceptions that put meat on the bones of the narrator so to speak.

On the whole a very deep and profound novel with nuggets of depth that sneaked into the most unexpected places. I really enjoyed it! If anything, Smith packed almost too much symbolism into this story.

vacillating between 4 and 5 Stars

Edited to Add: Read the (dead tree) hardcover edition.
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142 reviews304 followers
March 2, 2017
"I saw all my years at once, but they were not piled up on each other, experience after experience, building into something of substance - the opposite. A truth was being revealed to me: that I had always tried to attach myself to the light of other people, that I never had any light of my own. I experienced myself as a kind of shadow."

This quote from Zadie Smith's Swing Time is very early in the novel, and for me calls out the difficult choices and construction that led me to give the work a 3.5 star review, with a round down to 3 stars. Her prose is excellent, some of her characters very compelling, and she finds creative ways to explore differences and nuances and make observations on race, class, education, and worldview, with her cast of characters interacting and colliding, speaking and not speaking to reveal these ideas and truths. But our guide to this world and this story, the narrator, is very flat, boring, and from child to adult is more or less the same, experiencing little personal growth. And the jumping around through time, instead of following in a linear fashion the narrator's experience, seems like a construction for its own sake but it hinders rather than helps the narrative.

Let's start with what works: the writing itself is beautiful. Mostly soft, slow, calming prose, but with deft observations and little twists of phrase to keep you going. Her grasp of the power complexities of relationships is great, and she shows us the various ways these power imbalances express themselves in many of the key relationships between the characters: narrator/Tracey, Aimee/everyone, narrator/mother, narrator mother/narrator father, and the list goes on. The narrator's mother and Tracey in particular are very well drawn, compelling, forces of nature that captivate and hold the narrator's attention (and ours). And the representation of race and class and education level across the board is extremely varied and presented with some sharp, smart ideas, revealed by the narrator and other characters mainly via their interactions rather than direct quotes. Smith is clearly a talented writer.

And now what didn't work as well for me: the narrator. That first quote really encapsulates my issues with her, she is far less compelling and memorable than many of the other characters she interacts with, and her journey from childhood to adulthood, with all the trials and tribulations she and family and friends endure, doesn't result in any real character growth or awareness or anything. She's a shadow, a cipher, with flashes of real feeling and personality but too often a cardboard cutout to observe into other characters' lives. And maybe that was Smith's point in making her the narrator, but it can lead to a somewhat stifled, irritating read.

The other main issue was the time jumping, and divide of experiences between childhood/focus on Tracey and adulthood/focus on Aimee. Tracey and Aimee are the two bodies the narrator orbits around, with characters like her formidable mother bridging the gap. With Tracey, we get school and much of the dance and early family dynamics; with Aimee it's adult relationship turmoil and celebrity culture and white (and mixed) do-gooders in Africa; for both Smith's commentary on race and class follow. The main problem is that the Tracey parts are far more interesting than the Aimee parts on the whole. Tracey herself is magnetic: spoiled, broken, talented, cruel, petty... just as the narrator can't look away from Tracey when she is on stage dancing, it's hard to tear away from Tracey when she's present on the page. And the accompanying observations and distinctions made, between Tracey's mother and narrator's mother, the role of fathers (one white, one black), the class and education intersections, are light, smart, fascinating. By contrast, some of the Aimee parts are plain boring. There's interesting commentary and observations, sure, when they are setting up the school. But you're never as in tune with the personalities and interactions of Hawa, Aimee, Fern, and Lamin as you are with the narrator's family and Tracey's family. And some of the observations lack as subtle a touch when it comes to undermining perceived know-better and privilege. And so, find myself interested in/caring for half the characters, and somewhat bored by the narrator, it could make some chapters feel very slow and I got bogged down more easily than I thought I would, though others would fly by.

I suppose I went into this book expecting more, and was mildly disappointed. It's my first Zadie Smith novel, and I will pick up others down the line since I did like her writing and it's entirely possible another story will call to me. But for me, the best books, the ones I give 4 and 5 stars to, they move the head and the heart, resonate intellectually and emotionally. Swing Time had plenty that worked in terms of the former, but completely missed for me in terms of the latter.
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July 27, 2017
Smith’s fifth novel spans 25 years and journeys from London to New York City and West Africa in tracing the different paths two black girls’ lives take. The narrator (who is never named) and Tracey, both biracial, meet through dance lessons at age seven in 1982 and soon become inseparable. The way this relationship shifts over time is the most potent element of the novel, and will appeal to fans of Elena Ferrante. The narrator alternates chapters about her friendship with Tracey with chapters about her work for pop star Aimee in Africa. Unfortunately, the Africa material is not very convincing or lively and I was impatient for these sections to finish. The Aimee subplot and the way Tracey turns out struck me as equally clichéd. Despite the geographical and chronological sprawl, the claustrophobic narration makes this feel insular, defusing its potential messages about how race, money and class still define and divide us. A new Zadie Smith novel is an event; this one is still worth reading, but it definitely disappointed me in comparison to White Teeth and On Beauty.
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3,876 reviews3,023 followers
December 12, 2016
This book took me a while to read because I took breaks from it to read other things. The fact that I found it so easy to put down is probably not a good sign, and I kept coming back to it because everyone kept saying how good it was. It ended up on a lot of year-end best-of lists. Zadie Smith herself is well-respected and an excellent speaker and purveyor of all things feminist. I kept feeling like I was supposed to like this novel more than I actually did.

Part of it was the storytelling technique, I think. The story of the two girls who grow up into different lives on the outskirts of London was interesting, but the story is told at arms length. The emotions and inner workings are never on display until they come to the surface in an emotional outburst. I never felt connected to the two women. Then the central character ends up working for an aging pop star and her charity work in Africa, and somehow the lessons I felt we were supposed to "learn" there didn't have the punch they could or should have.

It is a novel about race and privilege and how that varies from place to place, also about how strong our parents are effects us whether or not we notice it while we grow. But just the same, I find it somehow forgettable.

It probably didn't help that I was also reading The Story of a New Name at the same time, also about two girls who were friends and grew into womanhood with different amounts of privilege. Only in that case, the emotional complexity changes everything. I had no empathy with the characters in Swing Time.

Thanks to the publisher for providing a review copy through NetGalley.
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May 19, 2021
Zadie Smith is a fantastic writer, unfortunately though Swing Time is not a fantastic book.

I feel like it is lacking a certain sense of energy and stylistic flair that is characteristic of her other novels. To put it into perspective, Zadie Smith can write with real power and authority: she can do remarkable things. Swing Time though is tepid, unimaginative and convoluted.

Zadie Smith normally likes to play with the idea of the novel, twisting its conventions to create stories that do not follow typical narrative conventions. They are different. They are new. And by doing such things she pushed the boundaries of what typical storytelling can be, but she does not quite do this alone. In NW she channelled the voices of Joyce and Woolf to create a modern metropolis that echoed with a multitude of multiracial voices that define modern Britain. In On Beauty she channelled the spirit of Forster to provide a critique of identity labels. She used modernist writers to create new modern fiction. And it was brilliant.

However, she is not really doing anything new here nor is she building on the past. Indeed, this does not quite feel like literary fiction of the same calibre because she is not engaging with any new themes or ideas. She has not built on her previous works but has continued to talk about the same things in a less interesting way and far less creative way. Swing Time is by no means a bad book. I consider it a mediocre book written by an incredibly talented writer.

So, I am shamelessly criticising this in direct comparison to her other works because I know she can write better. I have similar feelings towards Murakami’s newer works too. I suppose it would be too much to ask of a writer to be consistently brilliant.


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143 reviews44 followers
September 18, 2017
A sweeping multi-layered novel that reads like a dance through childhood into adulthood, across cultures, exploring race, class and gender issues. At the heart of this novel is the friendship between two “brown girls” growing up in public housing estates but in school with a largely white community in London. They see each other at dance class and are immediately drawn to each other, to the same tone of skin, similar but opposites. They are opposites in that one has a white obese doting mother that lathers her daughter with praise and attention while the other has a black mother subsumed with leftist politics and educating herself seemingly hardly noticing her daughter. The narrator feels like an accessory to her mother. She feels barely noticed and out of place until her friendship with Tracey begins.

The narrator is unnamed throughout the novel and her childhood friend is Tracey, who is boisterous, adventurous, fun loving and narcissistic. The narrator seems to float through the novel on the energy of others. First and foremost, there is Tracey’s energy that dictates their play and social lives. Tracey is a brilliantly talented dancer and though the narrator loves dancing, she lacks Tracey’s talent. They spend countless hours watching videos of Fred Astaire, Ginger Rogers, Michael Jackson to name a few.

The narrator’s Jamaican mother, a modern day Nefertiti, is a left wing feminist and activist studying politics and philosophy. The father lacks motivation, but is loving and doting towards his family. This is in sharp contrast to Tracey’s family, where there is an absent father. Tracey creates stories to explain where he is and what he is doing, but it seems he left them and has a new family. Though the narrator’s mother criticizes Tracey’s mother and her habits, the narrator enjoys the quiet of Tracey’s home compared to the anger in her own home where her mother no longer wishes to be married to her father.

Jealousies arise and tensions result. The girls in childhood had written stories of “ballet dancers in peril.” Tracey would create and dictate these stories while the narrator transcribed. Always, just as it seemed the happy ending would arrive, disaster would result. Thus, Tracey’s stories foreshadow the end of the beautiful friendship of Tracey and the narrator. Tracey tells the narrator a story about her father, which may be fact or fiction, that causes them to cease speaking to each other for over a decade.

The narrator goes off to college and leaves behind Tracey and their friendship. After a few gigs as a dancer, Tracey’s dancing career fades and she is a single mother to three children all by different fathers and is still living in the public housing estates, a fate the narrator’s mother warned against. The narrator begins working for a big name singer/dancer named Aimee. Aimee’s life is large. She has many people who work for her, numerous boyfriends, children by various men, she travels widely, and becomes interested in opening a girls’ school in an un-named country West Africa. The narrator again is living in the shadow of another large personality, not living a life of her own, running on the energy of another. The narrator travels back and forth getting to know the inhabitants this West African country, watching the fall out of diaspora that occurs there as people (especially men) begin to leave.

The narrator is eventually drawn back to Tracey through her mother who has been working for Parliament. The narrator’s mother reaches out to the narrator pleading with her to ask Tracey to stop harassing her with countless letters that initially ask for help, but then begin to criticize the government, and her mother, and the inability of anybody to help with her situation. Her mother becomes consumed and tortured by these letters, unable to think of anything else. She is guilt ridden and seemingly identifying Tracey rather than the narrator as her daughter as she is dying,

When the narrator confronts Tracey, Tracey asks her who she is trying to be. The narrator’s voice has changed, her life has changed. After leaking the childhood video, Tracey sends it to the narrator with a note saying, “now everyone knows who you really are.” Are we our childhood selves? Is who we are defined by who we connect and interact with? Is that identity forever changing? How much of that identity is tied to gender, class and race? How much of our childhood identity, our moral core, do we keep with us?

This novel is beautifully written, incredibly expansive and brings up awesome philosophical questions. There are so many layers to this novel, that one could go on dissecting this for a very long time. I highly recommend this book to everyone. It would make a superb book club book. My one wish for this novel is that the narrator had more presence, but I think that is part of the point of this book. She floats on the energy of others, she is visible in the shadows of her relationship with others. Class, race and gender issues are often seen in reaction to the narrator.

For discussion questions, please see: http://www.book-chatter.com/?p=2040.
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“That autumn, in my first term at my new school, I found out what I was without my friend: a body without a distinct outline. The kind of girl who moved from group to group, neither welcomed nor despised, tolerated, and always eager to avoid confrontation. I felt I made no impression.”

The narrator has no name, and as she tells us her long story, it seems that she has been an unmemorable person, attached sequentially to a lot of self-important people, sometimes being ignored or taken advantage of and sometimes basking in their reflected glory. I didn’t care for any of the people, but Smith certainly does have a way with words.

This was longlisted for the 2017 Booker Prize and won other awards. I’m not sure why. I felt as if I were being hit over the head with explanations of why people were behaving the way they were rather than just reading a good story.

It covers a lot of territory. She and her childhood friend Tracey grew up near each other in London. They each had one white parent and one black parent.

“My mother was a feminist. She wore her hair in a half-inch Afro, her skull was perfectly shaped, she never wore make-up and dressed us both as plainly as possible. Hair is not essential when you look like Nefertiti.
. . .
her mother was white, obese, afflicted with acne. She wore her thin blond hair pulled back very tightly in what I knew my mother would call a ‘Kilburn facelift’.”

Her father was a kindly postal worker and Tracey’s father was a con-artist who was doing time in jail when they met. Four extremely different people, and yet

“Our shade of brown was exactly the same – as if one piece of tan material had been cut to make us both – and our freckles gathered in the same areas, we were of the same height.”

They met on their way to dance class and both became obsessed with Fred Astaire, musicals, and movie stars. Tracey was the one with the talent and the powerful personality, the one who would stick to the dance, while our narrator attached herself eventually to an Aussie megastar, Aimee, from Bendigo, a regional city in Victoria.

Aimee seems to be a Kylie Minogue, with her strong Aussie roots and her loyal sister, but she also has touches of Madonna, with her entourage, her kids, and her fascination with Africa and ease of attracting bed partners. Too much of the story centred on her and her hangers-on and her trips.

The narrator’s mother was the one who was responsible for our education (and her own). She filled every possible moment with reading and learning and lecturing her husband and daughter. Her husband found himself further and further removed from her.

“My childhood took place in the widening gap. I watched my autodidact mother swiftly, easily, outstrip my father.”

The mother is almost a caricature of a driven career-woman, although I’m sure she’s not intended to be. She is absolutely determined to do something, better herself, get herself into a position where she can improve things. This is what our narrator grows up with. When she later attaches herself to Aimee, she’s chosen another woman who has the same drive to be the centre of attention, to effect change in the world. What did she really want?

“What do we want from our mothers when we are children? Complete submission.
. . .
all you want from your mother is that she once and for all admit that she is your mother and only your mother, and that her battle with the rest of life is over. She has to lay down arms and come to you.”

Of course, she’s never going to get that, but she does have a best friend. The two brown girls are inseparable when they’re very young, although they are quite different people. As they grow up, they cross paths every now and then. I imagine many people have had this feeling but not been able to put it into words quite so well.

“I felt like some old diary she’d found in a drawer: a reminder of a more innocent and foolish time in her life.”

The timelines move back and forth and the action moves from her simple English childhood to an African village to the bright lights of New York. But I never felt she fit anywhere, and I never really had a sense of who she is. I'm not sure she did either.

This is when I really wish for half-stars, because I can't decide if I am so disappointed it's only 3, or the writing is good enough to boost it to 4. At the moment, I am disappointed, so 3 it is.
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The first person mixed-race narrator (with Jamaican mum and English dad) becomes friends/ somewhat obsessed with another mixed-race woman Tracey (with English mother and ne'er do well Jamaican dad), their friendship is rooted in the dance class they both go to - the book covers the next three decades of their lives from the narrator's view. The book manages to capture the 2oth century celebrity culture and issues around international development(!), alongside chance, opportunity, relationships and finding out who we really are, and who also very interestingly how we get to know who other people really are.

I found this a spellbinding jam by Zadie Smith, bravely using an unsympathetic and insular first person female narrator and also only giving the reader some real deep chracterisations of the supporting characters as seen and/or sensed by the narrator. Once you get caught up in the lives of these mixed raced girls' lives you just can't escape them. It all feels so real; even when one of them is working for a global celebrity and visiting Senegal! I felt like this book touched so many cultural issues around race, but took them all from the personal view of the narrator, which enabled me, as the reader, to listen and learn without being force fed. A few of the adults, in the early lives of the characters come across as pretty linear, I suppose, but you have to remember; and that's what so good about this book; it stays honest and we're seeing and feeling everything through the eyes and ears of the narrator, who was at those times, just a child. The dance and music references are too die for and had me Wiki-ing every other page. Every. Thing. She. Writes. is. Golden! 9.5 out of 12.
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