RaveVol. 1 BrooklynHeti paints a setting of living in the \'first draft\' of the world. We enter the novel in the \'moment of God standing back,\' between this first draft and whatever will come next in the second. My first instinct was to call it a mess—but this actually makes sense, because Heti is attempting to portray to readers a first draft of creation, which is also a mess. The author is capturing the feel of a world that is also filled with idiocy and miracles, at once ... Heti has an understated way of describing philosophical principles, conveying them in simple language. A good deal of this book seems like it is not only dealing with the collective unconscious, but giving us experiential states of it, making the reader feel it ... I was particularly intrigued with where colour both appears in this novel and is markedly absent. Up to this point in Pure Colour, it seems as if colour is being used to denote human experiences in this first draft of creation ... Ultimately, Pure Colour is a surrealist and sweet exploration of grief that attempts to answer the question, \'What is the right distance from which to love?\' ... This book feels like a container holding the ideas that we should value the hard-won nature of consciousness itself and our unique habitation on Earth.
