The Art of the Impersonal Essay, by Zadie Smith

In my experience, every kind of writing requires some kind of self-soothing Jedi mind trick, and, when it comes to essay composition, the rectangle is mine. What had seemed an impossible task transformed into a practical matter of six little arrows. The first essay anybody writes is for school. But the only examples I remember are the ones I wrote at the end, in my A-level exams. One compared Hitler to Stalin. I was proudest of the essay that considered whether the poet John Milton--pace William Blake--was "of the devil's party without knowing it." I did well on those standardized tests, but even passing was far from a foregone conclusion. I'd screwed up my mocks, the year before, smoking too much weed and studying rarely. Since then, I'd cleaned up my act--a bit--but was still overwhelmed by the task before me. My rested on a few essays written in the school hall under a three-hour time constraint?