And I can certainly relate to the glib rejection of things I didn’t think were for me. I liked her style, her attitude, and her contemplative nature. Probably much like all people that love books, artists, writers, and the like, I felt a connection to Zadie Smith. The essay was about her own change and growth and the change of Joni Mitchell as an artist (she is pretty great by the way). Smith describes how she realized her youthful stubbornness and closed-minded self as the culprit. It was a nonfiction story about Joni Mitchell entitled “Some Notes on Attunement: A Voyage Around Joni Mitchell.” It was a nonfiction personal reflection about how she, a woman of color, had no interest in the music of a white folk singer, who on the surface would have nothing at all in common with her despite her friends’ incredulous responses concerning her cluelessness. I recall the first time I read something in the New Yorker by Zadie Smith nearly a decade ago.
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