A review by nathansnook
The Stillest Day: A Novel by Josephine Hart

4.0

Colors, angles, lines, faces, mirrors, what confines us?

How do we define ourselves beyond the limits of our own understanding? The imagination? The hurt? The love? How do we urge actions into adjectives? How do we express ourselves and our intentions?

What colors? What shapes?

I'm reminded of Apichatpong Weerasethakul's recent