In How to be Both, one of Ali Smith's signature smart and snarky teenage girls, George, and her mother, an online activist-artist, have an argument about the lyrics to the Pet Shop Boys' hauntingly beautiful AIDS elegy, "Being Boring" from their 1990 album Behaviour.   

Her mother starts singing the words of a Pet Shop Boys song.

They were never being boring, she sings. They dressed up in thoughts, and thoughts make amends

It's not thoughts, George says. It's fought.

No it isn't, George's mother says. 

It is, George says. The line goes: we dressed up and fought, then thought, make amends

No, her mother says. Because they always write such intelligent words. Imagine. Dressing up in thoughts because thoughts make amends. Thoughts make amends. It ought to be a figure of speech. If I had a shield that's what I'd want it to say in Latin on it, that'd be my motto. And I've always thought it a beautiful philosophical explanation and understanding of precisely why they were never being boring.1

Although the internet indicates that George's less inspiring version of the lyrics is the correct one, I, like George's mother, only ever hear the line as "we dressed up in thoughts, and thoughts make amends."2 Whatever the Pet Shop Boys originally sang, Smith's use of the misheard lyrics in How to Be Both introduces a question that is central to Western debates around what art is or should do. Can thoughts, or art, ever make amends in the way George's mother seems to hope? The relationship between art as just "dressing up," and art as "thoughts making amends" is a complicated and historically fraught one. On the one hand, if we understand art as "dressing up" and never being boring, then art should be enthralling or shocking or beautiful (à la Kant's purposive purposelessness), but also self-contained. In line with the tradition inaugurated by Decadence and l'art pour l'art that continues into the version of modernism that emphasizes the autonomy of the aesthetic object, this argument insists that art does not need to goad its audience into deeds or political action in order to be successful. Rather, the aesthetic experience is better understood as complete in itself.3 If, on the other hand, we believe that thoughts should make amends, then the purpose of art is to intervene in, and help repair, the world by inspiring subjects to act. As the world has become more chaotic in the wake of Brexit, Trump, Covid, and more, Smith's works have come down more strongly on the side of amends, for art as intervention and action. But at the same time Smith's writing is never boring. At the level of the sentence, the word, the letter, she is committed to a combination of exuberant formal experimentation and the easy joke. As Charlotte Terrell and Lindsay Turner show, her characters and narrators revel in wordplay. Perhaps unsurprisingly then, Smith's work shows that art can be both: a space apart from, and an intervention into, the frightening present. 

Cara Lewis explores the Seasonal Quartet's rampant ecstatic ekphrasis: the novels are chock-full of scenes in which characters are moved, charmed, disarmed, overpowered, fully sublimed, by an artwork (frequently, although not always, one that exists in the real world and that Smith describes in some detail). The shared experience of a work of art at different times is portrayed as an aspect of a strong emotional bond between Smith's characters (see for instance, George's revisiting a Francesco del Cossa beloved by her dead mother). While attending a Tacita Dean exhibition one character in Spring imagines that another character, who they loved, might love it too.4 But art can also imply an ethical imperative in Smith's novels, echoing Rilke's "you must change your life."5 Her characters sometimes do try and change the world or themselves after an experience with art. George's mother's "subverts," for instance, are designed to jolt people into seeing the world differently.6 When George half-kiddingly whines "What's the point of art?" as they visit yet another art gallery, George already knows what her mother's response will be: "Art makes nothing happen in a way that makes something happen. (That's the wording of one of her mother's most re-tweeted Subverts.)"7  

Most of us, I suspect, are pro-art and pro-action, but if you are like me, you might also be uncertain about whether the two positions bear any relation to each other.8 Part of Smith's enterprise is, I think, to model powerful connections between the two realms. In an earlier formulation about the power of art, Don DeLillo's reclusive novelist figure, Bill Gray, mourns the ways that terrorism has usurped the novelist's ability to "make raids on human consciousness."9 Smith, too, subscribes to the idea that art should be a raid on human consciousness. The Seasonal Quartet grapples with what interventions the novel as a form can make in the face of contemporary political crises including ubiquitous media disinformation, climate change, and the rise in hate crimes and violent nationalism associated with the anti-Immigration policies of Brexit Britain. To return to the Pet Shop Boys' (almost) language, what does Smith's use of form offer in the way of "thoughts making amends"?10 Could amends be built into the very structure of a seasonal quartet? Slow repair and rejuvenation seem hewn into the seasonal cycle. Beginning with Autumn and ending in Summer, while using Shakespeare's romances as touchpoints, the scaffolding of the Seasonal Quartet makes it almost inevitable that someone will heal and someone or something will come back to life; that is part of the pleasure of reading Smith. However, the overarching optimism of Smith's political and aesthetic vision, a belief in the possibilities of art to prompt aesthetic and political rebirth, is never a straightforward insistence on politicized art's efficacy in the world. Rather, Smith's belief in aesthetics attempts to bridge the gap between art's performances dressing up and never being boring and the possibility of repair, of making (political and individual) amends. 

A scene near the end of Spring inserts a significant aestheticized tableau into the tragic unfolding present. This scene centres around a brief embrace between a separated immigrant mother and daughter, who are almost immediately wrenched apart by the State. In the run-up to the scene, with the help of several characters in the novel and an underground network called the Auld Alliance that helps refugees escape from detention centres, the uncannily powerful child Florence has come to the battlefield of Culloden in Scotland.11 As we reach the end of the novel we understand that the reunion between Florence and her mother was the prompt for her train journey with the immigration guard Brit, who betrays her at the end. The scene of Florence's reunion with her mother is approached several times over through the perspective of several different characters, but is only actually represented four pages from the end.    

Here's today's battlefield: 

a child runs across the grass over the bones of the dead and leaps into the arms of a young woman.

Can you imagine seeing a heart leap? That's what it looks like.

The young woman wraps her arms around the child.

They stand there like that and it's like the world can't not coalesce round it.

Then what looks like a small mob of people in uniform is running towards them across the grass. From a distance it looks like someone must be making a comedy film, like an old Keystone Cops silent, there are too many people running with such fierceness at a woman and a child. 

It's not hard for the uniforms to surround them. They don't run away, the child and the woman. They just stand there hugging as if they're one person, not two.12

This reunion is short-lived. Florence and her mother are immediately separated, the mother handcuffed and presumably returned to detention. However, the two are also filmed by tourists who are visiting the battlefield and watched by actors dressed up for the historical re-enactment of the Battle of Culloden.13 Although the statelessness of refugees allows the British carceral state to de-humanise, anonymise, and disappear them throughout the novel, here they are witnessed by (people dressed up as) history in a strangely literalized way. The hug between Florence and her mother and its aftermath also becomes a turning point in re-awakening the desire to make politically relevant art for the filmmaker, Richard Lease, who returns later (although earlier in the novel) to interview members of the Auld Alliance about the work of their underground network; those rescued in turn frequently become the rescuers of others, and presumably those who see Richard's film might do the same. Florence and her mother set off a chain reaction of art making things happen. The key to this scene "They stand there like that and it's like the world can't not coalesce round it" turns on the pronoun it, not them. This mediated embrace is a tableau vivant, a scene removed from time: it is art, as well as a love relation.14 It's a spectacle for the book to move toward, around which the novel seems to coalesce.

This scene of the world coalescing resembles the arresting ending of another novel from two years earlier, Kamila Shamsie's Home Fire (2017). As Spring does with Shakespeare's PericlesHome Fire takes part of its inspiration from a much older story, Antigone. Like SpringHome Fire is immersed in the question of borders, nation states, and statelessness. Also like Spring, Shamsie's novel ends on an embrace between two people in a catastrophic situation that seems to put them both inside and outside history. 

Home Fire tells the story of a British Muslim family living in post 9/11 London. The family consists of three orphaned siblings, the twins Aneeka and Parvaiz, and their older sister Isma. Their father, a suspected terrorist, died on the way to Guantanamo. Living constantly in the shadow of state surveillance and suspicion, Parvaiz becomes radicalized, travelling to Pakistan to join ISIS.  When he is killed when trying to escape back to England, Aneeka travels to Pakistan to attempt to bring his body home. Prevented from repatriating his body by the policies of the English-Pakistani Conservative home secretary, Karamat Lone, who is also the father of her lover, Eamonn, Aneeka sets up a scene of public mourning in a park, insisting that she be allowed to take her brother's body to England where he was born. In the dramatic final scene, Eamonn comes to Pakistan to stand with Aneeka in the park, but is waylaid by men, who, knowing he is the son of the English Home Secretary, lock a bomb to him set to detonate moments later. The final words of Home Fire are:

But everyone is running, towards this exit or that, screams and voices raised to God, who else can save them now? One cameraman, a veteran of carnage, stops at the edge of the park, beyond the blast radius as best as he can judge, turns his lens onto the new emptiness of the field. The woman has stood up now. The man with the explosives around his waist holds up both his hands to stop her from coming to him. Run! He shouts. Get away from me, run! And run she does, crashing right into him, a judder of the camera as the man holding it on his shoulder flinches in expectation of a blast. At first the man in the navy shirt struggles, but her arms are around him, she whispers something and he stops. She rests her cheek against his, he drops his head to kiss her shoulder. For a moment they are two lovers in a park, under an ancient tree, sun-dappled, beautiful and at peace.15

Smith's representation of the embrace between Florence and her mother seems to be in dialogue with Shamsie's ending.16 Both novelists create an intervention into history in the form of a representation of love. Neither tableau of intense love can redeem the political catastrophe that will tear apart the couple's world, and yet both these moments make something happen. Shamsie ends the novel while the blast is still just expected, with that silent image in the midst of panic, two lovers in a park, entwined with only each other.17 The novelist/ artist here shows their power, arresting time so that a tragic ending never arrives (in Shamsie's case) or highlighting that vivid joyful moment of connection, before the pair are separated again (in Smith's case). Both endings. I think, imagine the embrace as a political intervention, suggesting that love and its witnessing matters. In both Home Fire and Spring, the mediation of the scene (over social media, by people filming it on their phones, in Home Fire by a news cameraman) are crucial to the scenes' framing, and to how the ripple effects of those scenes of arrested time play out.18 In these scenes, the world of the novel, and the world of the reader, coalesce around the image (or vision) of an embrace, inviting us to imagine a different world than the one that is about to crash through its stillness. 


Pamela Thurschwell (@pamthur) is a Reader in English at the University of Sussex. She is the author of Literature, Technology and Magical Thinking, 1880-1920 (Cambridge University Press, 2001) and the Routledge Critical Thinkers book Sigmund Freud (2009). In 2020 she co-edited Post45: Contemporaries cluster on the TV show Bojack Horseman.


References

  1. Ali Smith, How to be Both (Hamish Hamilton: London, 2014), 149.[]
  2. If you go to PetShopBoys.co.uk you find the line, we dressed up and fought, then thought, make amends. I acknowledge that my reading of the lyrics is a misreading, and yet, like George's mom, I want to insist the mondegreen is superior. Somewhat along the lines of Harold Bloom's Oedipal theory of poetics, in which strong poets misread strong poets who came before them, mondegreens are creative praxis, and that line from "Being Boring" is exhibit A. (For mondegreens, see Gavin Edwards, https://rulefortytwo.com/books/mondegreens/ ) Also see Deidre Lynch and Amy Elkins in this cluster for more on Smith's creative praxis. []
  3. Virginia Woolf criticising the books of the Edwardians by saying that one feels as if one has to write a cheque to a worthy cause in order to complete them (in her essay "Mr Bennett and Mrs Brown") is one explicit version of this protest. []
  4. Ali Smith, Spring (Pantheon Books: New York, 2017), 76-78.[]
  5. One of Spring's narrative threads focuses on Rilke's missed (or maybe not missed, who actually knows?) crossing with Katherine Mansfield when they both stayed at the same sanatorium. Also see Alexandra Kingston-Reese's essay in this cluster.[]
  6. Her subverts (which are meant to undo the hypnotic herd-think of adverts) are in line with a transgressive practice of internet tricksterism currently practiced by artists such as the Yes Men (see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Yes_Men) who describe their work as culture jamming.[]
  7. Ali Smith, Spring, 46-47. This exchange, of course, plays off Auden's "For poetry makes nothing happen" (Auden, "In Memory of W.B. Yeats"). Cara Lewis points out the ramifications of this exchange in a terrific article where she muses on the meanings of "beholding" art and being held by art in Smith's work. (Lewis, Cara L. 2019. "Beholding: Visuality and Postcritical Reading in Ali Smith's How to Be Both." Journal of Modern Literature 42 (3). Bloomington: Indiana University Press: 129-50. doi:10.2979/jmodelite.42.3.08)  []
  8. In the midst of sustained current attacks on universities and the humanities, academics are constantly being asked what the humanities do. The study of objects that many of us love literature, art, culture, thought has come in for increasing hostility, perceived as purposeless, non-vocational, a waste of money. Simultaneously, there is a concerted right-wing effort to shut down the teaching of literature or criticism that reflects the history of racial, colonial, settler colonialist, gendered, oppression. So, on the one hand, the argument goes, the humanities offer nothing useful (for students who want jobs) while on the other hand, they are also seen as very powerful, spreading something dangerous (critique which might force the hearer to change their mind, or confront their own implication in forms of oppression). On the third hand, there is also a Marxist tradition that suspects (with some evidence) that poetry makes nothing happen, that the job of the humanities professor lucky enough not to be in precarious employment is not to try and make something happen via poetry or critique, but to teach people poetry and critique AND also, separately, make something happen, on the streets, on the picket line, in other spaces. I have considered myself a third-hander, steering clear of potentially self-aggrandising claims for art and the humanities but now, foreseeing a fast-encroaching future in which art and critique will have disappeared, along with coastlines, thousands of species, etc, I find myself gravitating towards Ali Smith's belief in art, that, in never being boring, also makes things happen.[]
  9. Don DeLillo, Mao II (Vintage, 1991) 41.[]
  10. For other considerations of Smith's making amends through and with art, see Matthew Hart's discussion of her work with the charity Refugee Tales, and Charlotte Terrell's argument about the bridging work, and collectivity formation, of Smith's wordiness.   []
  11. Smith's children are often described as precocious.  I recognise the uses of the word, but I also find it really annoying.  In Spring Florence's powers are part of her as a re-imagining of the character of Marina in Shakespeare's PericlesSee: Justine Jordan, "Spring by Ali Smith review - a beautiful piece of synchronicity,The Guardian, March 30, 2019. https://www.theguardian.com/books/2019/mar/30/spring-by-ali-smith-review.[]
  12. Ali Smith, Spring, 332-3.[]
  13. The history of Culloden as the last stand of the Jacobites against English colonizers is also relevant here. Culloden was the last battle of the Jacobite uprising of 1745.  On 16 April 1746, the Jacobite army, fighting for a Scotland free from English rule, was defeated on Drummossie Moor near Inverness. []
  14. See Kingston-Reese on this scene as epiphany and gift. []
  15. Kamila Shamsie, Home Fire (New York: Riverhead Books, 2017), 260.[]
  16. Smith has expressed her admiration for Home Fire and the novelists have spoken together. See for instance https://www.newstatesman.com/uncategorized/2017/10/ali-smith-s-goldsmiths-prize-lecture-novel-age-trump.[]
  17. A silhouette of the lovers appears on the cover of Home Fire. I see in this image a connection to the title of Shamsie's 2009 novel Burnt Shadows, which references the burnt shadows of Hiroshima (the powerful images of human bodies hewn into the landscape by the atomic blast). That idea of the nuclear blast as searing an image of lovers indelibly onto a devastating historical moment and landscape also appears, obliquely, in Alain Resnais's Hiroshima, Mon Amour and is picked up by Alan Moore in Watchmen[]
  18. In Home Fire, because the novel ends on that scene, we can only imagine the political aftereffects of the explosion.[]