Autumn by Ali Smith

autumnAutumn. Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness. That’s what it felt like for Keats in 1819. But how does it feel for those of us living through Autumn 2016?

Elisabeth is trying to cope with the shock of Brexit when she hears her old neighbour and friend Mr Gluck has entered a care home. He is over a hundred years old, and she finds some comfort in visiting him and reading while he sleeps.

Summers of years gone past are exploited before being left to rot like apples in the grass in and dreams and art make more sense than reality.

I’ve never read any Ali Smith though of course I’ve heard that she is an amazing writer, and from the first page I knew I was in the skilled hands and I could let go and trust her to hpguide me on this journey. I did, but I have no idea where I’ve ended up!

This is a book that’s going to take me several readings to unravel but somehow that doesn’t matter. With this read the destination is less important than the journey, the feelings it inspires are more vital than the questions it asks or answers. It’s almost like a child taking your hand on a walk and tugging on it to show you the strange magic in a ladybird’s wings, then running ahead of you and singing the Beatles ‘Twist and Shout’

You know those wings hold no hope for humanity but just for a second you can be in that moment. The pop energy will raise you up but ultimately shows you an innocence and hope that is long gone.

The leaves are falling, for now we must watch them but seasons roll around.

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GemBookEater
I was reading before I started school and I have no plans to stop now! I usually have at least two books on the go at once, one non-fiction and one fiction. I like reading books based in reality that flick open the doors to the mysteries of the heart or of the spirit.