In this excerpt of Zadie Smith’s White Teeth, the author conveys the
longing people have for concrete history and yet the need to pull away from that
history at the same time. Irie longs to know who exactly she is, and yet changes
her appearance and is insecure about most things, just simply due to it not being
the norm for the area she is living. Instead of embracing these differences,
she rejects them just as Millat is rejecting his own history while going back
and forth with the idea of embracing this. The sole idea of this excerpt is the
need to embrace their own history for the sake of their own happiness. Just as Irie
is changing her hair, Millat is switching back and forth with his interests. Altogether,
the author is stating that one has to embrace oneself. The Afro is Irie, the
history is Millat, and they will help each other get to their roots.
Monday, April 1, 2019
White Teeth by Zadie Smith
“’Haven’t
you ever wondered why he hasn’t snogged you?’ ‘Because I’m ugly. And fat. With
an Afro.’ ‘No, fuckface, because you’re all he’s got. He needs you. You
two have history. You really know
him. Look how confused he is. One day he’s Allah this, Allah that. Next minute
it’s big busty blondes, Russian gymnasts, and a smoke of the sinsemilla. He
doesn’t know who he is. But you know
him, at least a little, you’ve known all sides of him. And he needs that. You’re
different.’ Irie rolled her eyes. Sometimes you want to be different. And sometimes
you’d give the hair on your head to be the same as everybody else. – ‘But the
truth is the Barbra Streisand cut you’ve got there ain’t doing shit for you.
The Afro was cool, man. It was wicked. It was yours.” (Smith, 237).
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White Teeth by Zadie Smith
“’Haven’t you ever wondered why he hasn’t snogged you?’ ‘Because I’m ugly. And fat. With an Afro.’ ‘No, fuckface, because you’re all he’s ...
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“’Haven’t you ever wondered why he hasn’t snogged you?’ ‘Because I’m ugly. And fat. With an Afro.’ ‘No, fuckface, because you’re all he’s ...
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