The new book centers on characters pursuing new beginnings, struggling to escape substance abuse or abusive marriages, only to see hope turn into aggression. Chris Kraus frequently uses the phrase "clean slate", making it deliberately jaded through its repetitions. Phrases such as "He could make a fresh start" and "They decided to make a fresh start" recur in the text. At the same time, she is embarking on her own fresh start, because this seems a new kind of book – observational, truly literary. Yet it turns out to be filled with the same dilemmas and styles as past novels.
Chris Kraus was originally an visual artist who entered the literary world unintentionally with her 1997 seminal work I Love Dick, which was composed of letters to an unreceptive lover, transforming personal female narrative from humiliation into rebellion. She kept producing books, but the three subsequent compelling and abrasive novels did not possess the power and directness that the correspondence format imparted to the narrative voice of I Love Dick. It didn't help was her position as a renegade artist who had become a major property owner, so there was significant attention on property transactions. It is logical that she currently desires to experiment with different types of content, directing her gaze to other people's stories, at a period in which she claims that current political era turns intimate literature redundant.
The Four Spent the Day Together is organized into a trio of segments, spanning several time periods – none able to break free from their histories. We encounter the tale of characters Emma and Jasper, versions of the author's parents, transitioning from the New York borough to rural Connecticut. Additionally the story of Kraus herself, in the guise of protagonist Catt Greene, reckoning with the delayed acclaim of I Love Dick, the ascent of a political figure, and her addict husband her husband Paul. The third thread involves the story of the murder of one directionless individual by another in a town mostly forsaken by progressive politics only 80 miles from the protagonist's home in the Minnesota countryside.
As a reader drawn to refined literature of the kind Kraus herself tends to eschew, I was enchanted by the novelistic voice of the first section.
As someone who reads who favors crafted language of the style that the author usually avoids, I was won over by the novelistic voice of the initial part. It possesses a fresh level of observation that makes room for small details, like the pail that the protagonist as a child dislodges from ice at the beginning of the narrative, aided by her cherished parent. "I found an ice toy!" she says; "a nice toy", he replies, "the nuanced interpretations of terms circulating in their speech like hard candy". She tells the tale of Emma with curiosity and intimacy. "Emma felt like she'd stepped into a dream – not entirely her own."
I was bound to become frustrated when I expected this different style could last out the book. The author states here that she is annoyed by the satisfaction those who appreciate polished prose have gotten from I Love Dick; she's dedicated to fragmentation, to the unpolished style she shares with her hero author Kathy Acker, and the blankness and repetitiveness of her past books returns in the central part. Catt is trying to renovate three dozen dilapidated units in the city's most challenging districts while shuttling between Minnesota and LA, unsuccessful in assisting her husband curb his addiction. She is overwhelmed as Paul moves between poorly supported positions as an addiction therapist in a world propelled by the hostility and dread that powers an electoral success. Multiple pages are devoted about Catt being cancelled on a platform, her occupation changed from "writer" to "real estate holder" on a reference site. Kraus still seems to be overly concerned about this. In a moment she remarks that she's looking into the killing so that before exiting the region, "she could potentially understand something about an America that her online critics would fail to comprehend, would not even perceive".
Thus we arrive to the actual killing – and the eponymous day spent by the deceased with the killer and his friends. Kraus utilizes excellent raw material, and knows hour by hour what transpired when a man named Brandon came to see Brittney after encountering her on a platform where she sold sex pictures. He sought a sexual encounter but appears congenially to have passed the day in the company of her associates, loitering getting his car mended and paying for snacks and drugs, before being killed by gunfire by Brittney's boyfriend Micah – a individual with mental health challenges who has often been institutionalized for fits of anger.
Catt gets obsessed by the story, and I found myself captivated by the way that Kraus's dual urges towards ethical reporting and audacious rule-breaking clash in this segment. Yet I wished her to delve deeper into her individual preoccupations here. The most interesting character is Brittney, who comes alive in part due to Catt seeing herself in her – another bright, bullied girl going off the rails in a troubled, forgotten town. Kraus tells us that the protagonist communicates with Brittney in prison, but she fails to enact these dialogues. The whole section feels strangely incomplete, to the extent that her narrative ends almost mid-par
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