Zadie Smith's
touching and funny essay about her father that was in the New Yorker in December prompted me to pick up
On Beauty, which I just finished. I also just listened to
her lecture on Obama and voice (link at the bottom of that post), which is really good.
While On Beauty isn't nearly as good as
White Teeth, and while it might have been shortlisted for the Booker Prize largely because of her celebrity and because it is apparently somewhat based on Howard's End (I honestly don't really know or care what that means and only learned about it after finishing the book), it's still decent.
But what really amazed me was the back flap of the book. She's only 34. And White Teeth was published in 2000. So, does it really matter whether her third book was earth shattering? She's obviously capable of writing something amazing, and it's easy to see that she understands this pressure we're putting her under. But she has a long time to accomplish the task, with a lot of room for failure and near-misses along the way.
(This is where Charlie Rose learned me about the Howard's End thing. About 30 min in, after Matt and Tre.)