Summer

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Summer

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By Ali Smith
Paperback, Anchor Books, 2021

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Named a Best Book of the Year by NPR, The Guardian (UK), Kirkus Reviews

The fourth novel in the Seasonal Quartet by Man Booker Prize Finalist Ali Smith is "a prose poem in praise of memory, forgiveness, getting the joke, and seizing the moment" (The New York Times)

In the present, Sacha knows the world's in trouble. Her brother Robert just is trouble. Their mother and father are having trouble. Meanwhile, the world's in meltdown­--and the real meltdown hasn't even started yet. In the past, a lovely summer. A different brother and sister know they're living on borrowed time.

This is a story about people on the brink of change. They're family, but they think they're strangers. So: Where does family begin? And what do people who think they've got nothing in common have in common?

Summer.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Ali Smith is the author of many works of fiction, including, most recently, Summer, Spring, Winter, Autumn, Public library and other stories, and How to be both, which won the Baileys Women's Prize for Fiction, the Goldsmiths Prize, and the Costa Novel of the Year Award. Her work has four times been short-listed for the Man Booker Prize. Born in Inverness, Scotland, she lives in Cambridge, England.

REVIEWS

"Ali Smith's Summer concludes her seasonal quartet on a high note. . . . Rich with references, characters quick to share stories about artists and their work, and the misfits and heroes of history, Summer is more than a perennial season. It is the bravura performance of a writer, poised at the edge of the day's vast darkness, gathering all the warmth and light of our inner summer. "
--Ellen Akins, The Washington Post

"In Smith's hands, stories slipstream in the wake of other stories; dreams are tucked up under the armpits of serious shifts in time and space. There are no directional arrows Scotch-taped to the floor. . . . This novel made me laugh, quite a lot, as the generations wage war. . . .
The water, here and there, turns brackish. But as with a strong river, their motion is fundamentally self-purifying. Summer is a prose poem in praise of memory, forgiveness, getting the joke and seizing the moment."
--Dwight Garner, The New York Times

"Sublime. . . . Ali Smith has completed what must be considered both one of modern fiction's most elusive and most important undertakings . . . [Smith is] a great writer, quite possibly bound for a Nobel Prize; twenty years ago it seemed certain that Salman Rushdie, Martin Amis, and Ian McEwan had lapped the field, but assess again today and it's instead Hilary Mantel and Smith who seem the most consequential British novelists of their generation . . . As the characters of Summer entwine, like branches over a road, I had the feeling that no novelist has come closer to describing the particular sad informed madness of our times."
--Charles Finch, The Boston Globe

"Though each book [in the Seasonal Quartet] raises the bar of social and political isolation ever higher, the goal of the novels is to connect these isolates one by one, through ingenious means both known and unknown to them. In doing so, Smith manages to restore both a sense of community and something even rarer in the wired world: narrative . . . A revelation of endurance and a balm even in the worst of times."
--Los Angeles Times

"A deeply resonant finale to a work that should come to be recognized as a classic . . . A novel that is wonderfully entertaining--for its humor, allusions, deft use of time and memory, sharply realized characters, and delightfully relevant digressions--and a reminder, brought home by the pandemic, that everything and everyone truly is connected and the sufferance of suffering hurts us all."
--Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

"Ali Smith concludes her seasonal quartet with the triumphant Summer, the long-awaited final installment in a groundbreaking postmodern series . . . Now is the time to read straight through all four installments, which hang together in one grand, epic aria. Smith's visionary series, ambitious in its scale and towering in its achievements, will be studied and imitated for decades to come."
--Esquire

"I'm not sure I've ever looked forward to a book as eagerly as Ali Smith's Summer . . . A vast and dizzyingly ambitious project . . . [R]arely blindsided by events, so attuned are they to the spirit of their times, the books have always sought to reach through the specific and towards the universal--they are, to quote Ezra Pound, the best kind of literature: 'news that stays news'. . . Reading the four books together is a deeply affecting experience, in which we understand the huge ambition that underlies them, the profound and compassionate intelligence that sits at their heart. Ali Smith has completed something truly remarkable in her seasonal quartet, a work that has risen to the challenges of the era that summoned it, but also a series of novels that will endure, telling future generations what it was to live in these fraught and febrile times, and how, through art, we survived."
--Alex Preston, The Observer

"[Smith] envisions the shape of life as something more wildly elemental than the neat idea that our days on earth run from point A to B . . . Stunning . . . There could be no more nourishing read for this summer of our discontent."
--The Sunday Times (London)

"[A] clear-sighted finale to a dazzling quartet . . . How fitting that this novel should narrate for you how you feel about reading it at the very moment when you feel it, text pressing so closely against life it's as if we are being challenged to spot the difference . . . [B]oth wildly innovative and reassuringly familiar at the same time . . . transcendent . . . Smith's project has felt all along as if it wants to nudge us towards hope, towards the idea that if we want to reverse the irreversible flow of history, we have to look to what the novel can do."
--Sara Collins, The Guardian