Pure Colour, Sheila Heti

I’m weirdly obsessed with Sheila Heti, because I think she does some really unique and fascinating things with voice. I can’t even really assess if I like her books (I think I mostly don’t?) because I’m just so mesmerized by the total strangeness of them — how it’s impossible to tell who is speaking, and to place them in time. It’s so cool.


This novel is an especially weird one — it’s kind of sci-fi? Post-apocalyptic? In a very abstract way. There’s a lengthy segment where the main character becomes a leaf, if that tells you anything. The goodreads reviews are hilariously divisive; some people absolutely hate it and think it’s pretentious garbage, and others are like, it touched the deepest part of my soul. I’m not sure that I’d recommend it, exactly, but I think I’m definitely going to have to write about it.

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