The Four Spent the Day Together centers on characters seeking clean slates, attempting to leave behind substance abuse or toxic relationships, only to see hope turn into violence. Kraus repeatedly invokes the phrase "new beginning", rendering it intentionally weary through its repetitions. Examples include "He aimed to start over" and "They opted for a clean break" recur in the text. Meanwhile, Kraus herself seems to be making her individual reinvention, since this presents as a new kind of book – observational, authentically narrative. But then it proves to be laden with the recurring issues and approaches as her previous works.
Chris Kraus started out as an artist who entered the literary world almost accidentally with her 1997 cult classic I Love Dick, made up of epistles to an unresponsive love interest, elevating confessional female writing from humiliation into rebellion. She persisted as a writer, but the three subsequent compelling and abrasive novels missed the power and directness that the letter form infused into the tone of I Love Dick. Compounding this was her role as a renegade artist who had evolved into a major property owner, so there was considerable focus on real estate deals. It is logical that she presently aims to experiment with new kinds of material, looking outwards to the experiences of others, at a moment when she claims that Trumpian politics turns intimate literature redundant.
The Four Spent the Day Together is organized into a trio of segments, covering three generations – all unable to escape their backgrounds. There is the story of characters Emma and Jasper, versions of the author's parents, moving from the Bronx to a pastoral setting. There is the narrative of the author, in the persona of protagonist Catt Greene, reckoning with the delayed acclaim of I Love Dick, the ascent of a political figure, and her addict husband a man named Paul. The third thread involves the story of the murder of one troubled youth by another in a town largely deserted by progressive politics only 80 miles from Catt's cottage in a remote part of Minnesota.
For this reader fond of refined literature of the sort the author herself tends to eschew, I was captivated by the narrative style of the initial segment.
Being a reader drawn to crafted language of the kind that Kraus herself tends to eschew, I was captivated by the literary tone of the initial part. It exhibits a fresh level of observation that accommodates trivial aspects, like the bucket that the protagonist as a child pries out of frozen water at the opening of the book, assisted by her beloved father. "I discovered a frozen plaything!" she exclaims; "a lovely toy", he responds, "the elliptical meanings of words circulating in their speech like sweet treats". She tells Emma's story with interest and closeness. "It seemed to Emma she had entered a dream – not hers, exactly."
I was destined to be disappointed when I hoped this new voice could last out the book. Kraus says here that she is annoyed by the satisfaction those who appreciate polished prose have taken from I Love Dick; she's devoted to disjunction, to the untidy aesthetics she shares with her idol writer Kathy Acker, and the void and recurrence of her past books returns in the middle section. The protagonist is trying to renovate three dozen dilapidated units in the most troubled areas of Albuquerque while moving between the Midwest and the West Coast, failing to help Paul control his drinking. She is overwhelmed as Paul transitions between poorly supported positions as an recovery specialist in a society driven by the rage and anxiety that powers Trump's victory. A significant portion discusses about Catt being cancelled on social media, her listed profession modified from "novelist" to "landlord" on Wikipedia. Kraus still seems to care a little too much about this. On one occasion she says that she's looking into the killing so that before leaving Minnesota, "she may grasp something about an the United States that her Twitter detractors would not understand, would overlook entirely".
Thus we arrive to the murder itself – and the titular day passed by the murdered individual with the perpetrator and his associates. Kraus has compelling foundational content, and knows hour by hour what transpired when the victim Brandon came to visit Brittney after connecting via an application where she sold sex pictures. He was hoping for sex but seems amiably to have occupied the day alongside her friends, loitering fixing his automobile and paying for snacks and drugs, before being murdered by Brittney's partner Micah – a youth with psychological issues who has frequently been hospitalised for violent rage.
The protagonist becomes fixated by the account, and I was fascinated by the way that the author's conflicting impulses towards responsible documentation and reckless transgression tussle in this section. But I'd have liked her to delve deeper into her individual preoccupations here. The compelling persona is Brittney herself, who gains dimension partly through Catt's identification with her – a similarly gifted, tormented individual derailing in a struggling, neglected community. The author informs us that Catt speaks to Brittney in detention, but she omits the dramatization of these talks. This entire part feels curiously unresolved, to the extent that Kraus's narration ends almost mid-par
Lena Hofmann ist eine erfahrene Journalistin mit Schwerpunkt auf Schweizer Politik und gesellschaftlichen Entwicklungen.