The new book is populated with characters seeking fresh starts, struggling to escape substance abuse or abusive marriages, only to see hope turn into conflict. Kraus repeatedly invokes the phrase "fresh start", making it deliberately jaded through its repetitions. Examples include "He aimed to start over" and "They decided to make a fresh start" recur in the text. At the same time, the author herself is embarking on her individual reinvention, since this seems a novel form of writing β observational, genuinely novelistic. However it turns out to be packed with the same dilemmas and styles as her previous works.
Chris Kraus started out as an artist who became a writer somewhat by chance with her 1997 cult classic I Love Dick, which was composed of epistles to an unresponsive love interest, converting confessional female writing from humiliation into defiance. She kept producing books, but the next trio of fascinating and rebarbative novels missed the impact and rawness that the epistolary style infused into the tone of I Love Dick. Compounding this was her identity as a renegade artist who had become a major property owner, so there was much discussion on real estate deals. It is logical that she now wants to experiment with new kinds of material, directing her gaze to external narratives, at a moment when she states that current political era makes confessional writing obsolete.
The Four Spent the Day Together is organized into a trio of segments, spanning multiple eras β all unable to escape their pasts. We encounter the story of characters Emma and Jasper, representations of Kraus's parents, transitioning from the Bronx to rural Connecticut. Then there is the account of Kraus, in the persona of Catt Greene, confronting the delayed acclaim of I Love Dick, the ascent of a political figure, and her addict husband a man named Paul. Finally the narrative of a homicide of one troubled youth by another in a community mostly forsaken by liberal ideals only a brief drive from Catt's rural residence in a remote part of Minnesota.
As a reader fond of refined literature of the sort Kraus often avoids, I was seduced by the narrative style of the initial segment.
Being a reader who appreciates honed writing of the variety that the author often disregards, I was won over by the literary tone of the opening segment. There is a fresh level of observation that allows space for minutiae, like the pail that the protagonist as a child pries out of frozen water at the beginning of the narrative, aided by her adored dad. "I discovered a frozen plaything!" she exclaims; "a nice toy", he replies, "the nuanced interpretations of terms tumbling in their mouths like sweet treats". The author narrates Emma's narrative with inquiry and familiarity. "It seemed to Emma she had entered a dream β not precisely her dream."
I was bound to become frustrated when I expected this fresh tone could persist to the end. The author states here that she resents the enjoyment audiences such as myself have gotten from I Love Dick; she's devoted to fragmentation, to the untidy aesthetics she has in common with her idol Kathy Acker, and the emptiness and redundancy of her past books reasserts itself in the middle section. Catt is attempting to do up three dozen dilapidated units in the most troubled areas of Albuquerque while moving between the Midwest and the West Coast, unsuccessful in assisting Paul manage his alcohol use. She experiences powerlessness as Paul transitions between poorly supported positions as an substance abuse counselor in a society fueled by the anger and fear that powers a political win. Multiple pages are devoted about Catt's social media ostracism on a platform, her listed profession modified from "novelist" to "property owner" on Wikipedia. The author still appears to care a little too much about this. In a moment she remarks that she's looking into the killing so that before leaving Minnesota, "she might be able to learn something about an the nation that her online critics would not understand, would overlook entirely".
Then we reach to the murder itself β and the titular day passed by the deceased with the murderer and his companions. Kraus has excellent raw material, and knows hour by hour what transpired when Brandon came to see Brittney after meeting her on an app where she sold sex pictures. He sought a sexual encounter but appears congenially to have passed the day in the company of her associates, wandering about having his vehicle repaired and paying for snacks and drugs, before being killed by gunfire by Brittney's partner Micah β a young, mentally ill man 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 daring boundary-pushing tussle in this section. Yet I wished her to go further into her personal fixations here. The standout figure is Brittney, who gains dimension in part due to Catt's identification with her β yet another intelligent, harassed young woman going off the rails in a troubled, forgotten town. Kraus notes that Catt speaks to Brittney in jail, but she omits the dramatization of these talks. The complete segment feels strangely incomplete, to the point that her narrative ends almost mid-par
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