”What gliff means: a short moment. A momentary resemblance. A sudden or chance view. A transient glance. A sudden fright. A faint trace or suggestion. An inkling. A wink of sleep. A slight attack or touch of illness. A whiff. A puff. A sudden perceptible smell. A sudden passing sensation either of pain or of pleasure. A scare. A shock. A thrill. A sudden violent blow. A wallop. A nonsense word. A misspelling for glyph. A substitute word for any word. A synonym for spliff. A postejaculatory sex act. A mood someone’s partner gets in when they miss their partner too much and get upset about it. An organization that works for drug abuse prevention in Vienna. A brand name for an early AI tech tool used in the development of healthcare. A character in something called Ninjago. A rumour. An impulse. An instant. An unexpected view of something that startles you. A state of nervous disposition.”
"Gliff" is also the name given to a horse in the book.
It’s dark, this new book by Ali Smith. Her usual wordplay is here — lots of it — but a pall hovers over everything. A cloud of unknowing.
The world in which the novel is set feels familiar enough. It’s England. People consult Google Maps to get from one place to another. They walk without ever lifting their eyes from their smartphones, respond compulsively to “every little baby chicken automated cheep they make.” The internet is here. Chanel stores. Gucci stores. Nike stores. The Beatles. Taylor Swift. A disease that caused a lockdown, which, when it was over, led to people behaving very badly in theaters and other public spaces.
It’s not quite our world, though. Not yet, at least. Take smart watches, for example. In "Gliff" they’re called “educators.” Remarkable devices that can do so many things: Heart rate, bloods, steps, nutritional breakdown of what you’re eating, internet everything, camera, phone. Transform voice to text. Instantaneous translation but only forty languages (next model up more expensive does one hundred and thirty). Stream anything streamable. Tell the time.
It also automatically films everything the wearer does, sees, and hears. And as for the educative function, well... Smith doesn't need to spell it out.
The main characters of the novel are a pair of adolescent siblings named Bri -- for Briar -- and Rose. They were named after a song not the fairy tale, we are told. Probably for a reason. (I wonder if Smith was referring to the song "Briar Rose" by Aoife O'Donovan with lyrics that include lines like this: "Take it like a man, do what you can, while you can. Try not to scream." Or maybe there's another Briar Rose song that Google didn't kick up.) Bri, the elder of the two, is the book's narrator. The two have a normal relationship: they bicker and tease one another like all siblings of that age, and they are remarkably smart, particularly Bri.
The book's opening lines signal that something is off: “Our mother came down to the docking gate to say cheerio to us. For a moment I didn’t recognize her. I thought she was just a woman working at the hotel… she was wearing clothes so unlike her and so not quite right for her shape that it took me that moment to work out they were her sister’s work clothes. Lots of questions raised by this. It's not quite as forthright in its oddity as the clocks striking thirteen in 1984, but the bit about not recognizing her own mother, her mother wearing the wrong clothing...
Bri and Rose leave the hotel in the company of their mother's partner, Leif. They make their way back to the place that once was their home. The yard has changed, however. It's more rough-hewn. And there’s a bright red line encircling the house. The paint is still wet. Recognizing immediately that something is amiss, Leif takes Bri and Rose to a “safe house” so he can go back to find their mother. He leaves them cash for food and says he'll be back. Leif won’t come back. Nor does their mother. (I reveal nothing of consequence in saying this. It all happens pretty early in the book.)
In time Bri and Rose will be obliged to leave the safe house and set out on a journey into this new world. (Interestingly, typographical variations of the words BRAVE NEW WORLD recur frequently in the book, light a neon sign with broken lights.) England is a full-bore surveillance state. There are cameras everywhere and hidden microphones. Lots of other things have red paint around them, it turns out, marking them as somehow tainted -- like quarantine signs painted on doors in earlier days. The buildings are targeted for demolition.
People are seen as tainted too. Lots of them, in fact. In “Gliff” they are called “unverifiable.” Bri and Rose will encounter many them in their journey. Interact with them. We get a partial sense of what the "unverifiable" designation means when Bri and Rose are obliged to seek shelter with them.”They were largely unverifiable because of words. One person here had been unverified for saying out loud that a war was a war when it wasn’t permitted to call it a war. Another had found herself declared unverifiable for writing online that the killing of many people by another people was a genocide. Another had been unverified for defaming the oil conglomerates by saying they were directly responsible for climate catastrophe. Another had been unverified for speaking at a protest about people’s right to protest. The ferals [i.e., abandoned children] had been marked unverifiable simply because nobody knew what had happened to their adults and it couldn’t be proved who they were. Unverifiable unverifiable unverifiable.
“Unverifiables” are sent to “Adult Retraining Centres” when they are discovered. Arks, they’re called for short. “As in Noah.” (“The people in them weren’t really people. They were animals.”). There are centers for children too. Late in the novel we see the very grim consequences of being assigned to such places.
It's through Bri's eyes that we experience the world of “Gliff.” Walk the streets of their city, run from danger, drop off the grid. And then... In its broad strokes, it must be acknowledged, this is all standard stuff for dystopian fiction. But "Gliff" is no potboiler. The tone is decidedly literary. Definitely more George Orwell than Suzanne Collins. The story is told in a manner that feels almost dreamlike: As if a haze of some sort, a gauze, descends over the action from time to time. (I'll be interested to learn whether others have this feeling.) Each part of the narrative reveals another piece of information about this new England. We are strangers to this world, we readers, obliged to try to make sense of what we’re seeing, fill in gaps. Smith gives us glimpses into the society of this England. The power structure. Although the particulars of the place are hidden, however, we know pretty well what it is we are seeing. The story picks up more and more momentum as we read, and then... well, I'm going to leave this alone. Spoilers, you know.
This being an Ali Smith novel, words — as a category — play a key part in the story. In an environment where reality and language are defined by the authorities, being mindful of the “true” meaning of words can be a liability: “Were we in our worded world,” Bri wonders, “the ones who were truly deluded about where and what we believed about all the things we had words for?”
This being an Ali Smith novel — I repeat, adjusting my point of view — language also becomes a plaything, a source of humor. Sometimes the siblings joust with words (“You are bullying me with words longer than the length of my life,” Rose says. Elsewhere, Bri thinks “no way was I going to break into our cash for something as dilettante as breakfast.”) One of my favorite parts of the book occurs when they meet a young boy named Colon. At first, Bri and Rose wonder if the boy is mistaken, that his name is really Colin.
But no:
Why are you both exchanging looks with each other? Colon said. Is your name really Colon? I said. He spelled it. It really was. Who called you that? Everyone calls me it. My father. My brother. Have you got a little brother called Semi? my sister said. Or are you named after an ancestor’s intestines? He looked bewildered. Is your second name Ization? my sister said. I laughed. I couldn’t not. My sister looked pleased again. But I was suddenly filled with bad feeling, like he’d think I was laughing at him, that we were being patronizing or unpleasant to him.
Yes, “Gliff” is dark. Smith is clearly anxious and angry about where we seem to be heading. Not unremittingly so. I can’t say the story itself breaks entirely new ground. But the novel works on several levels. Even as the plot draws the reader in, the manner of its telling adds depth to the story. It's a very different creature from Smith's "Seasonal Quartet" but the lines between those earlier books and this are evident. "Gliff," it seems to me, is the world that grew out of the events taking place in the Quartet.
Smith plans to release a sequel to “Gliff” that is to be called “Glyph.” I have no idea where the book will take us but I am very eager to read it.
My thanks to Pantheon Books and Edelweiss for providing a digital ARC in return for an honest review.