(3.5 stars)
I'm conflicted when it comes to this book... because I found the combined themes of mental illness, dementia, art theft, and female liberation so very intriguing, and adored the first chapter of the book only to think it was very confusing and ended so unsatisfactorily.
The book is told from the perspectives of Claire Bishop and West. Claire had her portrait commissioned, only to be horrified that the painting was actually depicting her suicide. Nicolette, the artist, is nowhere to be found after Claire dismisses both her and the portrait - and somehow the rest of the book circles around this painting and perhaps even more so the enigma that is Nicolette, the artist. West, obsessed with Nicolette and has schizophrenia, had his portraits done by Nicolette a long time ago, also depicting unpleasant things. West comes across the portrait at an art gallery, and it prompts his delusion that Nicolette must be a time traveler and he, through this painting and Claire, can find her again.
The writing is gorgeous, but the plot itself was weak and muddled. I don't know how much of that can be attributed to dementia and schizophrenia if the author was trying to show that lines blur with these conditions. I struggled to finish this book, mostly because I felt like the ending would be so exciting and shocking and found myself frustrated (still am) that it ended without any answers at all.
The true reward of this book is the gradual descent to madness, exasperated by a jarring and incohesive timeline, which shows that no two people walk through life the same way, even interpret things the same way, yet we are all connected and propelled forward.