How to be both

A novel

Author Ali Smith
$11.99 US
Knopf | Anchor
On sale Dec 02, 2014 | 9781101870464
Sales rights: US,OpnMkt(no EU/CAN)
MAN BOOKER PRIZE FINALIST • A novel all about art's versatility, borrowing from painting’s fresco technique to make an original literary double-take.

"Cements Smith’s reputation as one of the finest and most innovative of our contemporary writers. By some divine alchemy, she is both funny and moving; she combines intellectual rigor with whimsy" —The Los Angeles Review of Books


One of the New York Times’s 100 Best Books of the 21st Century

How to be both is a fast-moving genre-bending conversation between forms, times, truths and fictions. There’s a Renaissance artist of the 1460s. There’s the child of a child of the 1960s. Two tales of love and injustice twist into a singular yarn where time gets timeless, structural gets playful, knowing gets mysterious, fictional gets real—and all life’s givens get given a second chance. Passionate, compassionate, vitally inventive and scrupulously playful, Ali Smith’s novels are like nothing else.

A NOTE TO THE READER:
Who says stories reach everybody in the same order?
This novel can be read in two ways, and the eBook provides you with both. You can choose which way to read the novel by simply clicking on one of two icons—CAMERA or EYES. The text is exactly the same in both versions; the narratives are just in a different order. 
 
The ebook is produced this way so that readers can randomly have different experiences reading the same text. So, depending on which icon you select, the book will read: EYES, CAMERA, or CAMERA, EYES. (Your friend may be reading it the other way around.) Enjoy the adventure. 
 
(Having both versions in the same file is intentional.)
Consider this moral conundrum for a moment, George’s mother says to George who’s sitting in the front passenger seat.
 
Not says. Said. 
 
George’s mother is dead.
 
What moral conundrum? George says.
 
The passenger seat in the hire car is strange, being on the side the driver’s seat is on at home. This must be a bit like driving is, except without the actual, you know, driving.
 
Okay. You’re an artist, her mother says.
 
Am I? George says. Since when? And is that a moral conundrum? 
 
Ha ha, her mother says. Humour me. Imagine it. You’re an artist.
 
This conversation is happening last May, when George’s mother is still alive, obviously. She’s been dead since September. Now it’s January, to be more precise it’s just past midnight on New Year’s Eve, which means it has just become the year after the year in which George’s mother died.
 
George’s father is out. It is better than him being at home, standing maudlin in the kitchen or going round the house switching things off and on. Henry is asleep. She just went in and checked on him; he was dead to the world, though not as dead as the word dead literally means when it means, you know, dead.
 
This will be the first year her mother hasn’t been alive since the year her mother was born. That is so obvious that it is stupid even to think it and yet so terrible that you can’t not think it. Both at once.
 
Anyway George is spending the first minutes of the new year looking up the lyrics of an old song. Let’s Twist Again. Lyrics by Kal Mann. The words are pretty bad. Let’s twist again like we did last summer. Let’s twist again like we did last year. Then there’s a really bad rhyme, a rhyme that isn’t, properly speaking, even a rhyme.
 
Do you remember when
Things were really hummin’. 
 
Hummin’ doesn’t rhyme with summer, the line doesn’t end in a question mark, and is it meant to mean, literally, do you remember that time when things smelt really bad? 
 
Then Let’s twist again, twisting time is here. Or, as all the sites say, twistin’ time. 
 
At least they’ve used an apostrophe, the George from before her mother died says. 
 
I do not give a fuck about whether some site on the internet attends to grammatical correctness, the George from after says.
 
That before and after thing is about mourning, is what people keep saying. They keep talking about how grief has stages. There’s some dispute about how many stages of grief there are. There are three, or five, or some people say seven. 
 
It’s quite like the songwriter actually couldn’t be bothered to think of words. Maybe he was in one of the three, five or seven stages of mourning too. Stage nine (or twenty three or a hundred and twenty three or ad infinitum, because nothing will ever not be like this again): in this stage you will no longer be bothered with whether songwords mean anything. In fact you will hate almost all songs.
 
But George has to find a song to which you can do this specific dance.
 
It being so apparently contradictory and meaningless is no doubt a bonus. It will be precisely why the song sold so many copies and was such a big deal at the time. People like things not to be too meaningful.
 
Okay, I’m imagining, George in the passenger seat last May in Italy says at exactly the same time as George at home in England the following January stares at the meaninglessness of the words of an old song. Outside the car window Italy unfurls round and over them so hot and yellow it looks like it’s been sandblasted. In the back Henry snuffles lightly, his eyes closed, his mouth open. The band of the seatbelt is over his forehead because he is so small.
 
You’re an artist, her mother says, and you’re working on a project with a lot of other artists. And everybody on the project is getting the same amount, salary-wise. But you believe that what you’re doing is worth more than everyone on the project, including you, is getting paid. So you write a letter to the man who’s commissioned the work and you ask him to give you more money than everyone else is getting.
 
Am I worth more? George says. Am I better than the other artists?
 
Does that matter? her mother says. Is that what matters?
 
Is it me or is it the work that’s worth more? George says.
 
Good. Keep going, her mother says.
 
Is this real? George says. Is it hypothetical?
 
Does that matter? her mother says.
“Playfully brilliant. . . . Fantastically complex and incredibly touching. . . . This gender-blending, genre-blurring story, which was shortlisted for the Booker Prize, bounces across centuries, tossing off profound reflections on art and grief, without getting tangled in its own postmodern wires. It’s the sort of death-defying storytelling acrobatics that don’t seem entirely possible. . . . [A] swirling, panoramic vision of two women’s lives, separated by more than 500 years, impossibly connected by their fascination with the mystery of existence.”
—Ron Charles, The Washington Post

”Brilliant. . . . [How to be both] will one day join Virginia Woolf’s Orlando as a key text in understanding the fluidity of human life. Its power emerges from a dazzlingly twinned structure. . . . The desire to capture the past, Smith beautifully shows, is one of our essential ways of recognizing that it lives like the ghost of a painter or the memories of a dead mother. Art, whether it is a debased film or a hung fresco, or this magnificent book, reminds us of this lesson, so we can go back into the world to live.”
—John Freeman, The Boston Globe

“[A] sly and shimmering double helix of a novel. . . . The two parts of ‘How to be both’ have overlapping themes: the subversive power of art; what Martineau refers to as ‘sexual and gender ambiguities’; the hold of the dead on the living; and, of course, the figure of Francescho him/herself.”
—Christopher Benfey, The New York Times Book Review

“Dazzling. . . . A cutting-edge, even radical rumination on time, language, art, love. . . . Ali Smith is one of our most delightfully experimental writers, in the vein of Jeanette Winterson and even Virginia Woolf. By breaking the constraints of a traditional novel, she reinvents it as an exultant testament to creativity.”
—Michele Filgate, O, The Oprah Magazine

“Can a book be both linguistically playful and dead serious? Structurally innovative and reader-friendly? Mournful and joyful? Brainy and moving? Ali Smith's How to be both, which recently won the prestigious, all-Brit two-year-old Goldsmiths prize for being a truly novel novel, is all of the above—and then some. . . . Smith, whose books include The Accidental, There But For The, and the essay collection Artful, has outdone herself with How to be both. . . . To say that there's more than meets the eye in this terrific book is a gross understatement; it encompasses wonderful mothers, unconventional love and friendship, time, mortality, gender, the consolations of art and so much else. . . . Once again, Smith's affinity for beguiling oddballs and the pertly precocious rivals J.D Salinger's. . . . [A] gloriously inventive novel. . . . Ingeniously conceived.”
—Heller McAlpin, NPR

“A mystery to be marveled at. . . . Smith is endlessly artful, creating a work that feels infinite in its scope and intimate at the same time. . . . Her writing is crisp and elegant. . . . Smith has said that the duality of the novel, in which stories run over and alongside each other, is inspired by frescoes, which often bear layers of drawings underneath what’s visible. Among the questions she sets out to explore: how to be both male and female, how to laugh while in pain, how to know who you are and be able to escape that identity, how the past lives on in the present. . . . Perhaps, Smith seems to suggest, every circumstance or obstacle can be subverted and become its opposite at the same time.”
—Sophie Gilbert, The Atlantic

“Captivating. . . . Your experience of the novel will be different depending on which story you start with. But either way, the revelations and conclusions will be the same. How to be both indeed works both ways, demonstrating not only the power of art itself but also the mastery of Smith’s prose.”
—Rachel Hurn, San Francisco Chronicle

“A synthesis of questions long contemplated by an extraordinarily thoughtful author, who succeeds quite well in implanting those questions into well-drawn, memorable people.”
—Janet Maslin, The New York Times

“Innovative. . . . The book’s high-concept design is offset by the beauty, prowess, and range of Smith’s playfully confident, proudly unconventional prose.”
 —Lisa Shea, Elle
 
“Who comes first, Del Cossa or Georgia? It depends on which version of the novel you read. The idea, Smith wants us to understand, is that all stories, all pieces of art, are conditional, dependent on the observer's gaze. . . . Deft and mischievous, a novel of ideas that folds back on itself like the most playful sort of arabesque.”
—David L. Ulin, Los Angeles Times
 
“Ali Smith’s signature themes—of the fluidity of identity and gender, appearance and perception—are here in profusion, as is her joyful command of language, from lofty rhetoric to earthy pun. . . . Smith re-imagines Francesco as a disguised girl, the stonemason’s child becoming an artist in a rich Renaissance mishmash of sharp wit, low comedy, pathos and historical detail.”
—Ellen Akins, Minneapolis Star Tribune

“Many of this novel's great joys derive from Smith's ability to tie together the two seemingly disparate stories in wonderful and unexpected ways. It's a meditative book, steeped in the voices of these characters. . . .  Ali Smith is a master storyteller, and How to be both is a charming and erudite novel that can quite literally make us rethink the way we read.”
—Andrew Ervin, The Philadelphia Inquirer

“An entirely delightful and moving story with characters so endearing and human that you want to remark, as Francesco’s mother does about her daughter’s drawing, ‘It’s very good. Well seen.’. . . When you reach the end of this playful and wise novel, you want to turn to the beginning and read it again to piece together its mysteries and keep both halves simultaneously in mind. Reading Ali Smith’s How to be both is like finishing a cake and having another delicious one still before you to enjoy.”
—Jenny Shank, The Dallas Morning News

“A wonderfully slippery, postmodern examination of the perception, gender, loss and the lasting power of art. . . . Smith’s technique is bold and experimental, but what makes her work so rare and desirable is that it always contains a moving emotional core. Her novels may stretch stylistic boundaries, but they also compassionately, even tenderly, explore the universal perils of being human. . . . The sort of book you could happily read a second time and uncover overlooked truths. In art as finely crafted as this, there’s always more to see, if you look.”
—Connie Ogle, The Miami Herald

“Ms. Smith’s work is an intelligent and warm treatise on accepting one’s self while learning to be someone better, and her choice of theme suits this concept perfectly. . . . Ms. Smith uses her two narrators to give depth and meaning to each other. Ultimately, what her novel explores is that despite differences in technology, cultural norms, and across spans of centuries, the business of growing up and becoming oneself is a journey towards the marriage of what’s inside and outside—a constant learning of ‘How to Be Both.’”
—Wendeline O. Wright, Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
 
“Boundless. . . . Exhilarating. . . . Smith sustains the layering of time, consciousness, and perspective—of life in death and death in life. . . . Smith's concerns—in subject matter and form—are profound and encompassing, and it is beautiful to watch her books defy pinning down. . . . Is How to be both one novel or two? Is it contemporary or historical? Is it mainly philosophical or mainly narrative? Do its questions pertain to our present or to the past? At every point the answer is: both.”
—M. Allen Cunningham, Portland Oregonian

“An inventive and intriguing look into the world of art, love, choices, and the duality of the human existence. . . . Even though Smith is writing two very different stories from two different eras, she does a masterful job of weaving connecting threads between the two.”
— Erin Kogler, Milwaukee Journal Sentinel

“Ali Smith is a genius. . . . Smith, who was born and raised in Inverness, continues a Scottish literary tradition, whose practitioners include James Hogg, Robert Louis Stevenson, Muriel Spark, Alan Warner, and James Robertson, of tearing a rent in the scrim between the physical and the metaphysical worlds to allow a stranger, or an other to slip through. Her willingness to embrace the supernatural, when taken in conjunction with her acrobatic language, wit, philosophical bent, and her overarching obsession with form, also places her within that select British modernist sisterhood alongside such doyennes as Virginia Woolf, Angela Carter, Beryl Bainbridge, Penelope Fitzgerald, and Iris Murdoch. . . . [How to be both] cements Smith’s reputation as one of the finest and most innovative of our contemporary writers. By some divine alchemy, she is both funny and moving; she combines intellectual rigor with whimsy. . . . If we think of time as Smith would have us do, we do not become older but deeper; no one is ever gone, and nothing is ever lost, that cannot be found again, if sought.”
—Susan McCallum, The Los Angeles Review of Books

“Wildly inventive. . . . Francesco and George’s stories explore themes of loss, art, what it means to see, sex and gender, and disguise. The narrative voice makes the double-take cohesive, as both are lyrical and fresh: there are no quotation marks, and so the close third person voice often intrudes on the dialogue to correct, reassert, and sometimes to let us have it be both. . . . I absolutely adored this book.”
—Laura Creste, Bustle, “Best Books of December”

"Smith's talent shines brightest in her tender depiction of the emotions that, like the underpaintings in a fresco, remain hidden but have a powerful impact."
—Lauren Bufferd, BookPage

How to be both celebrates the gift of surprise. . . . I found myself smiling again and again, caught unawares by how well and how beautifully Smith ties together so many seemingly disparate elements. . . . The past and present are connected through an Internet search, themes of death and memory are explored, pop culture and high art swirl together, and careful research allows the line between fiction and history to blur.”
—Betty Scott, Bookslut

“Ali Smith's How to be both approaches the world as only a novel can. It's an amazing book. One you'll read with ease while cross-referencing earlier passages. The book moves not so much in a straight line as in the twisting helix pattern. It's almost interactive. . . . The book delivers the heat of life and the return to beauty in the face of loss.”
—Kenneth Miller, Everyday eBook

“What if an Italian Renaissance painter were to drop down to Earth and observe the mysterious modern world—specifically, the world of one bright, young Cambridge girl in the wake of a recent family tragedy? This is the premise of Smith’s bold new novel—actually two novels (Eyes and Camera) in one. Camera is set in the present, when George (Georgia) is grieving the loss of her mother, a feminist art and culture critic, who liked to challenge George about the meaning of art and life, and who became so intrigued by the work of Italian artist Francesco del Cossa that she spirited her children off to Italy to view his frescoes (only recently uncovered beneath later paintings) in their natural setting. Francesco’s story (Eyes) covers his friendship with the boy who grew up to become his benefactor and patron, as well as his early art training and his work on the grand palazzo walls. Two versions of the book will be available: one beginning with the artist’s story, the other with George’s—and readers won’t know which they will be reading first until they open their particular book. The order in which the stories are read will surely color the reader’s experience of the whole. Which version is the preferred? And ‘how to be both’—seen and unseen, past and present, male and female, alive and dead, known and unknown? In a work short-listed for this year’s Man Booker Prize, Smith presents two extraordinary books for the price of one.” —Library Journal (starred) 

“In this era of extolling genre fiction and the joys of story, Smith’s latest novel makes a case for experimental, literary fiction. One half of this daring novel is the mostly conventional tale of a precocious teen struggling with the death of her arty, brilliant mother. George, née Georgia, is still living in a kind of stunned stupor. She sees a school counselor but is mostly helped by her first crush, the alluring H, who starts to pull her out of her shell. The other half of the novel is narrated by the disembodied voice of a fifteenth-century painter caught in the wave-laden air of twentieth-century Britain. As the spirit observes the contemporary world, with its “votive tablets” (iPhones), she casts back to her own life disguised as a boy in order to practice her art. Along the way, we learn of a teenager’s bratty ways with her smart but sometimes overbearing parents, the power politics of Renaissance Italy, the best places to procure blue pigment, and how everyone, everywhere, must come to terms with the passage of time and the grief of loss. And we learn how to be both: male and female, artist and businessperson, rememberer and forgiver, reader of tales and literary adventurer. Lucky us.” —Booklist (starred review)

“This adventurous, entertaining writer offers two distinctive takes on youth, art and death—and even two different editions of the book . . . Both are remarkable depictions of the treasures of memory and the rich perceptions and creativity of youth, of how we see what's around us and within us. Comical, insightful and clever, Smith builds a thoughtful fun house with her many dualities and then risks being obvious in her structural mischief, but it adds perhaps the perfect frame to this marvelous diptych.” —Kirkus Reviews (starred)

“Captivating . . . British author Smith (There but for The), a playful, highly imaginative literary iconoclast, surpasses her previous efforts in this inventive double novel that deals with gender issues, moral questions, the mystery of death, the value of art, the mutability of time, and several other important topics . . . Smith’s two-in-one novel is a provocative reevaluation of the form.” —Publishers Weekly (boxed, starred)
 
Early Praise from the UK for How to be both

“Extraordinary . . . Warm, funny, subtle, layered, intelligent . . . Brilliant.” —The Spectator
 
“Exuberant, rhapsodic . . . Dizzyingly good and so clever that it makes you want to dance.” —New Statesman
 
“Dazzling indeed . . . Smith has written a radical novel, one that becomes two novels, with discrete meanings . . . Those writers making doomy predictions about the death of the novel should read Smith’s re-imagined novel/s, and take note of the life it contains.” —The Independent
 
“[A] rich, strong and moving novel . . . Ingenious . . . A triumph.”  —Financial Times
 
“Immensely enjoyable . . . Inventive and playful, compassionate and sagacious . . . Explores the injustices of life but also its delights, including the pleasures of art and the redemptive power of love.” —The Express
 
“An heir to Virginia Woolf, Ali Smith subtly but surely reinvents the novel . . . How to be both brims with palpable joy, not only at language, literature and art’s transformative power but at the messy business of being human, of wanting to be more than one kind of person at once.” —The Telegraph

About

MAN BOOKER PRIZE FINALIST • A novel all about art's versatility, borrowing from painting’s fresco technique to make an original literary double-take.

"Cements Smith’s reputation as one of the finest and most innovative of our contemporary writers. By some divine alchemy, she is both funny and moving; she combines intellectual rigor with whimsy" —The Los Angeles Review of Books


One of the New York Times’s 100 Best Books of the 21st Century

How to be both is a fast-moving genre-bending conversation between forms, times, truths and fictions. There’s a Renaissance artist of the 1460s. There’s the child of a child of the 1960s. Two tales of love and injustice twist into a singular yarn where time gets timeless, structural gets playful, knowing gets mysterious, fictional gets real—and all life’s givens get given a second chance. Passionate, compassionate, vitally inventive and scrupulously playful, Ali Smith’s novels are like nothing else.

A NOTE TO THE READER:
Who says stories reach everybody in the same order?
This novel can be read in two ways, and the eBook provides you with both. You can choose which way to read the novel by simply clicking on one of two icons—CAMERA or EYES. The text is exactly the same in both versions; the narratives are just in a different order. 
 
The ebook is produced this way so that readers can randomly have different experiences reading the same text. So, depending on which icon you select, the book will read: EYES, CAMERA, or CAMERA, EYES. (Your friend may be reading it the other way around.) Enjoy the adventure. 
 
(Having both versions in the same file is intentional.)

Excerpt

Consider this moral conundrum for a moment, George’s mother says to George who’s sitting in the front passenger seat.
 
Not says. Said. 
 
George’s mother is dead.
 
What moral conundrum? George says.
 
The passenger seat in the hire car is strange, being on the side the driver’s seat is on at home. This must be a bit like driving is, except without the actual, you know, driving.
 
Okay. You’re an artist, her mother says.
 
Am I? George says. Since when? And is that a moral conundrum? 
 
Ha ha, her mother says. Humour me. Imagine it. You’re an artist.
 
This conversation is happening last May, when George’s mother is still alive, obviously. She’s been dead since September. Now it’s January, to be more precise it’s just past midnight on New Year’s Eve, which means it has just become the year after the year in which George’s mother died.
 
George’s father is out. It is better than him being at home, standing maudlin in the kitchen or going round the house switching things off and on. Henry is asleep. She just went in and checked on him; he was dead to the world, though not as dead as the word dead literally means when it means, you know, dead.
 
This will be the first year her mother hasn’t been alive since the year her mother was born. That is so obvious that it is stupid even to think it and yet so terrible that you can’t not think it. Both at once.
 
Anyway George is spending the first minutes of the new year looking up the lyrics of an old song. Let’s Twist Again. Lyrics by Kal Mann. The words are pretty bad. Let’s twist again like we did last summer. Let’s twist again like we did last year. Then there’s a really bad rhyme, a rhyme that isn’t, properly speaking, even a rhyme.
 
Do you remember when
Things were really hummin’. 
 
Hummin’ doesn’t rhyme with summer, the line doesn’t end in a question mark, and is it meant to mean, literally, do you remember that time when things smelt really bad? 
 
Then Let’s twist again, twisting time is here. Or, as all the sites say, twistin’ time. 
 
At least they’ve used an apostrophe, the George from before her mother died says. 
 
I do not give a fuck about whether some site on the internet attends to grammatical correctness, the George from after says.
 
That before and after thing is about mourning, is what people keep saying. They keep talking about how grief has stages. There’s some dispute about how many stages of grief there are. There are three, or five, or some people say seven. 
 
It’s quite like the songwriter actually couldn’t be bothered to think of words. Maybe he was in one of the three, five or seven stages of mourning too. Stage nine (or twenty three or a hundred and twenty three or ad infinitum, because nothing will ever not be like this again): in this stage you will no longer be bothered with whether songwords mean anything. In fact you will hate almost all songs.
 
But George has to find a song to which you can do this specific dance.
 
It being so apparently contradictory and meaningless is no doubt a bonus. It will be precisely why the song sold so many copies and was such a big deal at the time. People like things not to be too meaningful.
 
Okay, I’m imagining, George in the passenger seat last May in Italy says at exactly the same time as George at home in England the following January stares at the meaninglessness of the words of an old song. Outside the car window Italy unfurls round and over them so hot and yellow it looks like it’s been sandblasted. In the back Henry snuffles lightly, his eyes closed, his mouth open. The band of the seatbelt is over his forehead because he is so small.
 
You’re an artist, her mother says, and you’re working on a project with a lot of other artists. And everybody on the project is getting the same amount, salary-wise. But you believe that what you’re doing is worth more than everyone on the project, including you, is getting paid. So you write a letter to the man who’s commissioned the work and you ask him to give you more money than everyone else is getting.
 
Am I worth more? George says. Am I better than the other artists?
 
Does that matter? her mother says. Is that what matters?
 
Is it me or is it the work that’s worth more? George says.
 
Good. Keep going, her mother says.
 
Is this real? George says. Is it hypothetical?
 
Does that matter? her mother says.

Praise

“Playfully brilliant. . . . Fantastically complex and incredibly touching. . . . This gender-blending, genre-blurring story, which was shortlisted for the Booker Prize, bounces across centuries, tossing off profound reflections on art and grief, without getting tangled in its own postmodern wires. It’s the sort of death-defying storytelling acrobatics that don’t seem entirely possible. . . . [A] swirling, panoramic vision of two women’s lives, separated by more than 500 years, impossibly connected by their fascination with the mystery of existence.”
—Ron Charles, The Washington Post

”Brilliant. . . . [How to be both] will one day join Virginia Woolf’s Orlando as a key text in understanding the fluidity of human life. Its power emerges from a dazzlingly twinned structure. . . . The desire to capture the past, Smith beautifully shows, is one of our essential ways of recognizing that it lives like the ghost of a painter or the memories of a dead mother. Art, whether it is a debased film or a hung fresco, or this magnificent book, reminds us of this lesson, so we can go back into the world to live.”
—John Freeman, The Boston Globe

“[A] sly and shimmering double helix of a novel. . . . The two parts of ‘How to be both’ have overlapping themes: the subversive power of art; what Martineau refers to as ‘sexual and gender ambiguities’; the hold of the dead on the living; and, of course, the figure of Francescho him/herself.”
—Christopher Benfey, The New York Times Book Review

“Dazzling. . . . A cutting-edge, even radical rumination on time, language, art, love. . . . Ali Smith is one of our most delightfully experimental writers, in the vein of Jeanette Winterson and even Virginia Woolf. By breaking the constraints of a traditional novel, she reinvents it as an exultant testament to creativity.”
—Michele Filgate, O, The Oprah Magazine

“Can a book be both linguistically playful and dead serious? Structurally innovative and reader-friendly? Mournful and joyful? Brainy and moving? Ali Smith's How to be both, which recently won the prestigious, all-Brit two-year-old Goldsmiths prize for being a truly novel novel, is all of the above—and then some. . . . Smith, whose books include The Accidental, There But For The, and the essay collection Artful, has outdone herself with How to be both. . . . To say that there's more than meets the eye in this terrific book is a gross understatement; it encompasses wonderful mothers, unconventional love and friendship, time, mortality, gender, the consolations of art and so much else. . . . Once again, Smith's affinity for beguiling oddballs and the pertly precocious rivals J.D Salinger's. . . . [A] gloriously inventive novel. . . . Ingeniously conceived.”
—Heller McAlpin, NPR

“A mystery to be marveled at. . . . Smith is endlessly artful, creating a work that feels infinite in its scope and intimate at the same time. . . . Her writing is crisp and elegant. . . . Smith has said that the duality of the novel, in which stories run over and alongside each other, is inspired by frescoes, which often bear layers of drawings underneath what’s visible. Among the questions she sets out to explore: how to be both male and female, how to laugh while in pain, how to know who you are and be able to escape that identity, how the past lives on in the present. . . . Perhaps, Smith seems to suggest, every circumstance or obstacle can be subverted and become its opposite at the same time.”
—Sophie Gilbert, The Atlantic

“Captivating. . . . Your experience of the novel will be different depending on which story you start with. But either way, the revelations and conclusions will be the same. How to be both indeed works both ways, demonstrating not only the power of art itself but also the mastery of Smith’s prose.”
—Rachel Hurn, San Francisco Chronicle

“A synthesis of questions long contemplated by an extraordinarily thoughtful author, who succeeds quite well in implanting those questions into well-drawn, memorable people.”
—Janet Maslin, The New York Times

“Innovative. . . . The book’s high-concept design is offset by the beauty, prowess, and range of Smith’s playfully confident, proudly unconventional prose.”
 —Lisa Shea, Elle
 
“Who comes first, Del Cossa or Georgia? It depends on which version of the novel you read. The idea, Smith wants us to understand, is that all stories, all pieces of art, are conditional, dependent on the observer's gaze. . . . Deft and mischievous, a novel of ideas that folds back on itself like the most playful sort of arabesque.”
—David L. Ulin, Los Angeles Times
 
“Ali Smith’s signature themes—of the fluidity of identity and gender, appearance and perception—are here in profusion, as is her joyful command of language, from lofty rhetoric to earthy pun. . . . Smith re-imagines Francesco as a disguised girl, the stonemason’s child becoming an artist in a rich Renaissance mishmash of sharp wit, low comedy, pathos and historical detail.”
—Ellen Akins, Minneapolis Star Tribune

“Many of this novel's great joys derive from Smith's ability to tie together the two seemingly disparate stories in wonderful and unexpected ways. It's a meditative book, steeped in the voices of these characters. . . .  Ali Smith is a master storyteller, and How to be both is a charming and erudite novel that can quite literally make us rethink the way we read.”
—Andrew Ervin, The Philadelphia Inquirer

“An entirely delightful and moving story with characters so endearing and human that you want to remark, as Francesco’s mother does about her daughter’s drawing, ‘It’s very good. Well seen.’. . . When you reach the end of this playful and wise novel, you want to turn to the beginning and read it again to piece together its mysteries and keep both halves simultaneously in mind. Reading Ali Smith’s How to be both is like finishing a cake and having another delicious one still before you to enjoy.”
—Jenny Shank, The Dallas Morning News

“A wonderfully slippery, postmodern examination of the perception, gender, loss and the lasting power of art. . . . Smith’s technique is bold and experimental, but what makes her work so rare and desirable is that it always contains a moving emotional core. Her novels may stretch stylistic boundaries, but they also compassionately, even tenderly, explore the universal perils of being human. . . . The sort of book you could happily read a second time and uncover overlooked truths. In art as finely crafted as this, there’s always more to see, if you look.”
—Connie Ogle, The Miami Herald

“Ms. Smith’s work is an intelligent and warm treatise on accepting one’s self while learning to be someone better, and her choice of theme suits this concept perfectly. . . . Ms. Smith uses her two narrators to give depth and meaning to each other. Ultimately, what her novel explores is that despite differences in technology, cultural norms, and across spans of centuries, the business of growing up and becoming oneself is a journey towards the marriage of what’s inside and outside—a constant learning of ‘How to Be Both.’”
—Wendeline O. Wright, Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
 
“Boundless. . . . Exhilarating. . . . Smith sustains the layering of time, consciousness, and perspective—of life in death and death in life. . . . Smith's concerns—in subject matter and form—are profound and encompassing, and it is beautiful to watch her books defy pinning down. . . . Is How to be both one novel or two? Is it contemporary or historical? Is it mainly philosophical or mainly narrative? Do its questions pertain to our present or to the past? At every point the answer is: both.”
—M. Allen Cunningham, Portland Oregonian

“An inventive and intriguing look into the world of art, love, choices, and the duality of the human existence. . . . Even though Smith is writing two very different stories from two different eras, she does a masterful job of weaving connecting threads between the two.”
— Erin Kogler, Milwaukee Journal Sentinel

“Ali Smith is a genius. . . . Smith, who was born and raised in Inverness, continues a Scottish literary tradition, whose practitioners include James Hogg, Robert Louis Stevenson, Muriel Spark, Alan Warner, and James Robertson, of tearing a rent in the scrim between the physical and the metaphysical worlds to allow a stranger, or an other to slip through. Her willingness to embrace the supernatural, when taken in conjunction with her acrobatic language, wit, philosophical bent, and her overarching obsession with form, also places her within that select British modernist sisterhood alongside such doyennes as Virginia Woolf, Angela Carter, Beryl Bainbridge, Penelope Fitzgerald, and Iris Murdoch. . . . [How to be both] cements Smith’s reputation as one of the finest and most innovative of our contemporary writers. By some divine alchemy, she is both funny and moving; she combines intellectual rigor with whimsy. . . . If we think of time as Smith would have us do, we do not become older but deeper; no one is ever gone, and nothing is ever lost, that cannot be found again, if sought.”
—Susan McCallum, The Los Angeles Review of Books

“Wildly inventive. . . . Francesco and George’s stories explore themes of loss, art, what it means to see, sex and gender, and disguise. The narrative voice makes the double-take cohesive, as both are lyrical and fresh: there are no quotation marks, and so the close third person voice often intrudes on the dialogue to correct, reassert, and sometimes to let us have it be both. . . . I absolutely adored this book.”
—Laura Creste, Bustle, “Best Books of December”

"Smith's talent shines brightest in her tender depiction of the emotions that, like the underpaintings in a fresco, remain hidden but have a powerful impact."
—Lauren Bufferd, BookPage

How to be both celebrates the gift of surprise. . . . I found myself smiling again and again, caught unawares by how well and how beautifully Smith ties together so many seemingly disparate elements. . . . The past and present are connected through an Internet search, themes of death and memory are explored, pop culture and high art swirl together, and careful research allows the line between fiction and history to blur.”
—Betty Scott, Bookslut

“Ali Smith's How to be both approaches the world as only a novel can. It's an amazing book. One you'll read with ease while cross-referencing earlier passages. The book moves not so much in a straight line as in the twisting helix pattern. It's almost interactive. . . . The book delivers the heat of life and the return to beauty in the face of loss.”
—Kenneth Miller, Everyday eBook

“What if an Italian Renaissance painter were to drop down to Earth and observe the mysterious modern world—specifically, the world of one bright, young Cambridge girl in the wake of a recent family tragedy? This is the premise of Smith’s bold new novel—actually two novels (Eyes and Camera) in one. Camera is set in the present, when George (Georgia) is grieving the loss of her mother, a feminist art and culture critic, who liked to challenge George about the meaning of art and life, and who became so intrigued by the work of Italian artist Francesco del Cossa that she spirited her children off to Italy to view his frescoes (only recently uncovered beneath later paintings) in their natural setting. Francesco’s story (Eyes) covers his friendship with the boy who grew up to become his benefactor and patron, as well as his early art training and his work on the grand palazzo walls. Two versions of the book will be available: one beginning with the artist’s story, the other with George’s—and readers won’t know which they will be reading first until they open their particular book. The order in which the stories are read will surely color the reader’s experience of the whole. Which version is the preferred? And ‘how to be both’—seen and unseen, past and present, male and female, alive and dead, known and unknown? In a work short-listed for this year’s Man Booker Prize, Smith presents two extraordinary books for the price of one.” —Library Journal (starred) 

“In this era of extolling genre fiction and the joys of story, Smith’s latest novel makes a case for experimental, literary fiction. One half of this daring novel is the mostly conventional tale of a precocious teen struggling with the death of her arty, brilliant mother. George, née Georgia, is still living in a kind of stunned stupor. She sees a school counselor but is mostly helped by her first crush, the alluring H, who starts to pull her out of her shell. The other half of the novel is narrated by the disembodied voice of a fifteenth-century painter caught in the wave-laden air of twentieth-century Britain. As the spirit observes the contemporary world, with its “votive tablets” (iPhones), she casts back to her own life disguised as a boy in order to practice her art. Along the way, we learn of a teenager’s bratty ways with her smart but sometimes overbearing parents, the power politics of Renaissance Italy, the best places to procure blue pigment, and how everyone, everywhere, must come to terms with the passage of time and the grief of loss. And we learn how to be both: male and female, artist and businessperson, rememberer and forgiver, reader of tales and literary adventurer. Lucky us.” —Booklist (starred review)

“This adventurous, entertaining writer offers two distinctive takes on youth, art and death—and even two different editions of the book . . . Both are remarkable depictions of the treasures of memory and the rich perceptions and creativity of youth, of how we see what's around us and within us. Comical, insightful and clever, Smith builds a thoughtful fun house with her many dualities and then risks being obvious in her structural mischief, but it adds perhaps the perfect frame to this marvelous diptych.” —Kirkus Reviews (starred)

“Captivating . . . British author Smith (There but for The), a playful, highly imaginative literary iconoclast, surpasses her previous efforts in this inventive double novel that deals with gender issues, moral questions, the mystery of death, the value of art, the mutability of time, and several other important topics . . . Smith’s two-in-one novel is a provocative reevaluation of the form.” —Publishers Weekly (boxed, starred)
 
Early Praise from the UK for How to be both

“Extraordinary . . . Warm, funny, subtle, layered, intelligent . . . Brilliant.” —The Spectator
 
“Exuberant, rhapsodic . . . Dizzyingly good and so clever that it makes you want to dance.” —New Statesman
 
“Dazzling indeed . . . Smith has written a radical novel, one that becomes two novels, with discrete meanings . . . Those writers making doomy predictions about the death of the novel should read Smith’s re-imagined novel/s, and take note of the life it contains.” —The Independent
 
“[A] rich, strong and moving novel . . . Ingenious . . . A triumph.”  —Financial Times
 
“Immensely enjoyable . . . Inventive and playful, compassionate and sagacious . . . Explores the injustices of life but also its delights, including the pleasures of art and the redemptive power of love.” —The Express
 
“An heir to Virginia Woolf, Ali Smith subtly but surely reinvents the novel . . . How to be both brims with palpable joy, not only at language, literature and art’s transformative power but at the messy business of being human, of wanting to be more than one kind of person at once.” —The Telegraph