So I finished “Pure Color” by Sheila Heti and I did not enjoy it. I genuinely thought I would, I enjoy literature that deals with love, grief, philosophy, and theology but this book just felt nonsensical. It felt like the author was trying to say so much, but none of it made sense. There was some beautiful pieces of prose scattered throughout, but overall it just felt like a jumble of words and vague ideas. Do I just not get it? Or was it genuinely just bad?
by coquettespaniel