Autumn. Season of mists & mellow fruitfulness. That`s what it felt like for Keats in 1819. How about Autumn 2016? Daniel is a century old. Elisabeth, born in 1984, has her eye on the future. The United Kingdom is in pieces, divided by a historic once-in-a-generation summer. Love is won, love is lost. Hope is hand in hand with hopelessness. The seasons roll round, as ever. Ali Smith`s new novel is a meditation on a world growing ever more bordered & exclusive, on what richness & worth are, on what harvest means. This first in a seasonal quartet casts an eye over our own time. Who are we? What are we made of? Shakespearian jeu d`esprit, Keatsian melancholy, the sheer bright energy of 1960s Pop art: the centuries cast their eyes over our own history-making. Here`s where we`re living. Here`s time at its most contemporaneous & its most cyclic. From the imagination of the peerless Ali Smith comes a shape-shifting series, wide-ranging in timescale & light-footed through histories, & a story about ageing & time & love & stories themselves. Here comes Autumn.