Previously, I had only stumbled across examples of Cindy Sherman's "Untitled Film Stills" individually--a cluster in the Tate Modern, a stray posting on an internet blog, etc. But here they all are, an expansive body of work grouped together and arranged by Sherman herself for maximum impact--and what an impact it has! This might as well be called a short story collection as much as an art book, for each turn of the page presents not only a dramatic black and white photograph but a story without words. And each story presented--in one a blowsy brunette in her underewar and sunglasses, clutching a martini and viciously confronting the camera, in yet another a blonde wrapped up in a dark trenchcoat, nervously navigating her way through a darkened street, all recognizably Sherman yet somehow not quite her either--present the potential for endless variations, interpretations, ponderings and conjenctures. A book meant to be pulled out often to be admired and puzzled over--it's a shame I have to return it back to the library.