For me, Ali Smith's books try too hard to be too many things, making each aspect feel dilute.
There are moments of genius throughout Autumn, but the structure is so ad hoc, that we lose impact.
We have a neighbourly love story, some unsubtle thoughts about Brexit and bureaucracy that resonate (albeit in a heavy-handed way), and some info about Pauline Boty.
All very interesting, but the lack of cohesiveness in the narrative frustrated me.