Ali Smith

Winter? Bleak. Earth as iron, water as stone, so the old song goes. But winter makes things visible. And Christmas is a time for family reunions, unexpected guests and evergreen truths. It's December in Cornwall and Art's mother is seeing things. Art has problems too. His girlfriend has left so he's paying Lux, a young immigrant he found on the street, to impersonate her - but Lux has no intention of sticking to the script. And Iris, Art's prodigal aunt, septuagenarian CND-er and black sheep of the family, is about to arrive with a car full of food and a throat full of protest songs. Four people, strangers and family, in a fifteen-bedroom house for Christmas - will there be enough room for everyone? Wintercasts a merry eye over a bleak post-truth era with a story rooted in history, art, love and memory, protest and survival.

Winter

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“Always be reading something,” he said. “Even when we’re not physically reading. How else will we read the world? Think of it as a constant.”

Things just happened. Then they were over. Time just passed. Partly it felt unpleasant, to think like that, rude even. Partly it felt good. It was a kind of relief. 

“We have to hope,” Daniel was saying, “that the people who love us and know us a little bit will in the end have seen us truly. In the end, not much else matters.”

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We have to hope, Daniel was saying, that the people who love us and who know us a little bit will in the end have seen us truly. In the end, not much else matters.

No. To be more exact. As I've already said. As I’ve already made clear. I’m all the leaves.

So, have you fallen? Are you still waiting to fall? In the autumn? In the summer if it’s stormy?

 you mean, you’re last year’s leaves?

You’re all the old long-gone leaves of all the years? And all the leaves to come?

Yes, yes. Obviously. Christ almighty. I’m the leaves. I’m all the leaves. Okay?

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