The new book features individuals chasing after clean slates, struggling to escape drugs or abusive marriages, only to witness hope devolve into conflict. Kraus repeatedly invokes the phrase "clean slate", rendering it intentionally weary through recurring use. Sentences like "He aimed to start over" and "They opted for a clean break" appear throughout the text. At the same time, Kraus herself is embarking on her individual reinvention, because this presents as a novel form of writing – documentarian, genuinely novelistic. Yet it reveals itself to be filled with the same dilemmas and approaches as her previous works.
Chris Kraus began as an visual artist who became a writer unintentionally with her 1997 cult classic I Love Dick, which was composed of letters to an unreceptive lover, transforming intimate women's literature from self-debasement into defiance. She persisted as a writer, but the following three compelling and abrasive novels did not possess the power and directness that the letter form infused into the narrative voice of I Love Dick. This was not aided by was her position as a maverick maker who had evolved into a major property owner, so there was considerable focus on property transactions. It is logical that she now wants to experiment with different types of content, looking outwards to external narratives, at a period in which she asserts that contemporary political climate makes confessional writing obsolete.
The Four Spent the Day Together is divided into three sections, spanning several time periods – all unable to escape their pasts. The book includes the tale of characters Emma and Jasper, representations of the author's parents, moving from the New York borough to a pastoral setting. There is the narrative of the author, in the guise of protagonist Catt Greene, reckoning with the delayed acclaim of I Love Dick, the ascent of a political figure, and her partner struggling with addiction a man named Paul. Finally the narrative of a homicide of one troubled youth by another in a town long abandoned by liberal ideals only a brief drive from Catt's cottage in the Minnesota countryside.
From my perspective as a reader fond of refined literature of the type the author herself tends to eschew, I was captivated by the narrative style of the initial segment.
As someone who reads drawn to honed writing of the variety that Kraus herself tends to eschew, I was seduced by the novelistic voice of the first section. There is a novel degree of detail that accommodates minutiae, like the container that the young Catt pries out of frozen water at the beginning of the narrative, helped by her beloved father. "I discovered a frozen plaything!" she declares; "a lovely toy", he responds, "the nuanced interpretations of terms rolling around in their mouths like sweet treats". Kraus writes the tale of Emma with curiosity and intimacy. "It seemed to Emma she had entered a dream – not hers, exactly."
I was bound to become frustrated when I expected this new voice could persist to the end. Kraus says here that she dislikes the enjoyment those who appreciate polished prose have gotten from I Love Dick; she's dedicated to disjunction, to the unpolished style she has in common with her hero Kathy Acker, and the emptiness and redundancy of her earlier works reasserts itself in the middle section. Catt is trying to renovate three dozen dilapidated units in the city's most challenging districts while traveling between the Midwest and the West Coast, unsuccessful in assisting her husband curb his addiction. She feels helpless as Paul transitions between low-resource employment as an substance abuse counselor in a environment fueled by the rage and anxiety that powers an electoral success. There are several pages about the protagonist facing cancellation on social media, her listed profession modified 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 departing the state, "she might be able to learn something about an the nation that her social media opponents would fail to comprehend, would not even see".
Thus we arrive to the actual killing – and the titular day spent by the victim with the perpetrator and his companions. The author possesses compelling foundational content, and knows hour by hour what transpired when a man named Brandon came to meet 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, wandering about getting his car mended and covering the cost of food and substances, before being killed by gunfire by her romantic interest Micah – a youth with psychological issues who has repeatedly received inpatient care for aggressive outbursts.
Catt gets obsessed by the narrative, and I was fascinated by the way that the author's conflicting impulses towards responsible documentation and daring boundary-pushing tussle in this section. However, I would have preferred her to delve deeper into her personal fixations here. The standout figure is Brittney herself, who becomes vivid partially because of the protagonist's connection to her – yet another intelligent, harassed young woman spiraling out of control in a struggling, neglected community. Kraus notes that Catt converses with Brittney in jail, but she doesn't dramatise these conversations. The complete segment feels oddly unfinished, to the extent that Kraus's narration ends almost mid-par
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