Both, curiously enough, began with autumn and published their second installment two weeks apart. The few winter-specific entries offer some lovely evocations of the snowbound Scandinavian landscape that will resonate with Knausgaard’s latitudinal neighbours. Even when discussing other subjects, though, the essays as a whole reflect the season’s mood of quiet introversion. That he now avoids showing his yellow teeth when he smiles seems not too high a price to pay for that freedom. The thrill of a Smith novel is in its specifics.

Source: thestar January 26, 2018 11:26 UTC