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 . . .
Bold and brilliant, dealing with the body blow of Brexit to offer us something rare: hope, Jackie Kay
Humour, grace, solace...A light-footed meditation on mortality, mutability and how to keep your head in troubled times, The Guardian
Experimental, thematically complex, associative, time-juggling, powered by a crazed and energetic curiosity, Sunday Times
Ali Smith's new novel is a meditation on a world growing ever more bordered and exclusive, on what richness and 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.
