E Pluribus Unum. That’s it. The key. The master key. All that voices, images, sounds, fragments, numbers, codes, post, messages, all that beauty, all that slang, bro, all that jazz, in the right position, in the right tone, up and down, vibrant, colour beside colour, yeah bro, plenty of sense, searching, googling, comes all together, like a great and sweet contemporary symphony, in one of the most amazing novels I will ever read. N-W. The Zadie Smith’s Atlas Mnemosyne of London.
She avoids the topics of the great novel, but she uses it, she performs them. She doesn’t write a day travel book, but there are some trips on the book. She doesn’t write a three generation life, but there are some family stories. She doesn’t write a secession book, but is, yes it is, a contemporary book, but not falling on one déjà-vu cutting edge. The mainstream is good for surfing over.
And there are some heroes, some howl, some pain, some happiness, some laugh, some streets, some street movie, some street art, some street life, some life. She takes all that Pluribus to present them as Unum, the book. As she writes, sitting, living, lounge, are the same room, so she expects, you will get your own vision of the book, and you will name it in own your language.
You should create your own index after read it, because in that book, as in life, there is no index before. In the Zadie Smith’s way, you just don’t live, you edit your life. Your images. Your memory. Your street. Your map. Your N-W. To go out from NoWhere.
Gift myself: The novel of Zadie Smith, signed by herself, over my own drawing (me as The Autograph Man).
E Pluribus Unum is the name of one chapter of the book. E Unibus Pluram is the title of the well known essay of David Foster Wallace.