Luminously beautiful A review of Winter by Ali Smith
A fraught family Christmas in Cornwall is the setting for the second part of Smith’s seasonal quartet, a tender tale inspired by Dickens and Shakespeare
Think of a classic winter tale, and Dickens’s A Christmas Carol might be the first to mind. It’s clearly one of the models for the second part of Ali Smith’s seasonal quartet, a novel of great ferocity, tenderness, righteous anger and generosity of spirit that you feel Dickens would have recognised. Sophia Cleves is a Scrooge for our time, a retired businesswoman whose work always took precedence over family. Now holed up in her 15-bedroom house in Cornwall, she is, as her estranged sister, Iris, observes, “an old miserly grump who had nothing in the house for your son and his girlfriend for Christmas except a bag of walnuts and half a jar of glace cherries”.
But Sophia has not been alone; as the story opens she is chatting to a child’s disembodied head that bobs cheerfully around her like the dancing light of Christmas past. Like Scrooge’s ghosts, the head is a shape-shifter, at times taking on the form of the Green Man of legend, at others appearing more like a sculpture by Barbara Hepworth, one of the novel’s other tutelary spirits. Midnight chimes over and over for Sophia on Christmas Eve, as the narrative cuts between past and present as if being shown to the reader in a vision (“Let’s see another Christmas…”).
Names are freighted with meaning and irony here. Iris, “the wild one”, a former Greenham Common protester and lifelong activist recently returned from helping refugees in Greece, is nicknamed “Ire”. Wisdom is the one thing Sophia lacks, and must learn. Her son, Arthur, in this Cornish setting recalls England’s once and future king, except that we are told on the opening page that “romance was dead. Chivalry was dead.” Instead, he is known as Art, offering plentiful wordplay; he fancies himself as a nature writer, but his blog, Art in Nature, is made of fabricated memories and journeys (“Fake Art”), and his day job involves destroying artists by reporting them to a multinational corporation for copyright infringement.
Into this fragmented family arrives the enigmatic Lux, a Croatian student, whom Art meets at a bus stop and hires to impersonate his girlfriend over Christmas so that he won’t have to tell his mother they’ve split up. Her name recalls St Lucy, whose day used to coincide with the winter solstice, patron saint of light in darkness. As in Smith’s novel The Accidental, it is the stranger in their midst with a licence to speak the truth who shines a light on a family’s faultlines and brings healing.
There is forgiveness here, and song, and comic resolution of sorts Another branch of Abuja’s popular destination for visuals art, Thought Pyramid Art Centre, is set to open in Lagos, come November 18.
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Speaking on the content of the centres, Jeff Ajueshi, who is the brain behind the galleries and their director, said, “These galleries are enlivened by visually splendid and impressive sea of works arranged and mounted in a sequence-like pattern, with thematic displays that are complemented by the settings which add some socially conscious dimension to the creative impetus of the respective artists with whom we have strong business relationship.”
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And over the whole story falls the long shadow of the EU referendum, as it did with her Man Booker-shortlisted predecessor, Autumn; there’s a painfully accurate comic portrait of a Christmas lunch fraught with tension between family members on different sides. Winter’s other overt model is Shakespeare’s late play Cymbeline, “about a kingdom subsumed in chaos, lies, powermongering, division and a great deal of poisoning and selfpoisoning”, Sophia observes. “I was telling you about it,” Lux says, “because it’s like the people in the play are living in the same world but separately from each other, like their worlds have somehow become disjointed or broken off each other’s worlds.”
Smith’s ire has clearly not abated; Iris’s history of protest contains an acknowledgment that none of the threats she has spent the past 50 years fighting - nuclear war, chemical leaks, climate destruction - have retreated, that victories are only ever temporary. Lux’s faux-naif pronouncements galleries are devoted to varied themes with exhibits including some of the best artworks to be found in Nigeria, Ajueshi added that, “it is obvious that every bit of the imagination we put into the arrangement is to ensure that the direction and standards are maintained to enhance a glorious array of the beautiful artworks often on display.
“The galleries are all about a wealth of fascinating collections with very many pleasant surprises; everyone is given the opportunity to find something to interest him or her. There are no golden rules as to what a visitor may expect to visually learn and discover, and Jeff himself promises to ensure that the pleasure of exploring the galleries would not only be interesting but also overwhelmingly wholesome.” on migration can feel a little like a manifesto, though heartfelt. These novels are a deliberate publishing experiment, to see how close to publication the author can capture current events; inevitably, even at a distance of months,11th-hour references to the Grenfell fire and Trump’s reclaiming of “Merry Christmas” already seem like snapshots of the past.
“Mythologiser” is one of the insults Sophia repeatedly flings at her sister, but from this author it’s high praise; Smith is engaged in an extended process of mythologising the present state of Britain, and Winter is at its most luminously beautiful when the news fades and merges with recent and ancient history, a reminder that everything is cyclical. There is forgiveness here, and song, and comic resolution of sorts, but the abiding image is of the tenacity of nature and light.