(On) Beauty Call
I started reading On Beauty by Zadie Smith last weekend, and I’m having trouble ranging very far away from the book. It’s been on my tbr list since we heard her speak and read a year ago. On Beauty has the same wry humor and ability to confer genuine humanity on all its characters as White Teeth; however, where I think White Teeth was a whitewater raft ride for her, she seems much more in control of this novel, and it’s a pleasure so far.
I made the mistake of taking it into a cafe to read with lunch. That was a dangerous preposition (I meant that), as I could easily have sat there gnawing on my burrito and savoring On Beauty for the rest of the afternoon.
