This book was written without my knowledge. That is, I didn't realize I'd written it until someone pointed it out to me. I had thought I was writing a novel. Then a solemn, theoretical book about writing: Fail Better. The deadlines for these came and went. In the meantime, I replied to the requests that came in now and then. Two thousand words about Christmas? About Katherine Hepburn? Kafka? Liberia? A hundred thousand words piled up that way.
- From Changing My Mind: Occasional Essays by Zadie Smith