A pedestrian romance. If someone is going to center her story around an art school, she needs to be able to bring that off in an intelligent and detailed manner. Instead, in The Color of Light, we are given a set of cliches that are meant to bring about an impression of toiling art school students. In fact, there is very little intelligence relating to any aspect of this story. Additionally, I have a dislike of stories that dare venture into the Holocaust without really good writing accompanying the passage. This is not really good writing.