Somehow this week I’m back in one of Helen Oyeyemi’s worlds. Like her other readers, I love her dazzling inventiveness, her brio, her fierceness and playfulness combined. Today I’m looking at Oyeyemi and Ali Smith, the wild movement of unleashed imaginations, leaping from phrase to thought to next idea in an exhilarating freefall. The “action” in both passages below comes from one character (alive or dead) observing others in a key moment. But because of the voices of the books, the passages are anything but passive observation.