Spring, Ali Smith

 I love Ali Smith, and I've been enjoying the Seasonal Quartet, but I kind of hated this one. It felt sensationalistic and gross. The blend of magic and realism was exactly wrong for a representation of immigration detention centers, and the characters seemed utterly false. I don't know if I just wasn't in the right mood for it or what, because even Smith's style, which I typically love, came to seem twee and grating.

I'm determined to read each book in the quarter in its season, but I might wait until the very end of summer for the last one, to let the grumpiness wear off...