This latest work centers on characters chasing after fresh starts, struggling to escape addictions or harmful partnerships, only to see hope turn into violence. Chris Kraus repeatedly invokes the phrase "fresh start", rendering it deliberately jaded through its repetitions. Examples include "He aimed to start over" and "They decided to make a fresh start" recur in the story. And yet, Kraus herself seems to be making her individual reinvention, as this appears a novel form of writing β documentarian, truly literary. However it reveals itself to be packed with the recurring issues and aesthetics as her previous works.
Chris Kraus was originally an creative who became a writer almost accidentally with her 1997 groundbreaking book I Love Dick, structured as missives to a distant beloved, transforming confessional female writing from abjection into assassination. She persisted as a writer, but the three subsequent fascinating and rebarbative novels missed the power and directness that the letter form infused into the tone of I Love Dick. It didn't help was her identity as a maverick maker who had become a major property owner, so there was significant attention on property transactions. It follows that she now wants to try out different types of content, turning outward to the experiences of others, at a period in which she states that current political era makes confessional writing obsolete.
The Four Spent the Day Together is structured in three parts, encompassing three generations β all unable to escape their backgrounds. The book includes the narrative about a couple named Emma and Jasper, versions of Kraus's parents, relocating from the urban environment to rural Connecticut. Then there is the story of Kraus herself, in the character of Catt Greene, confronting the late recognition of I Love Dick, the rise of Trump, and her partner struggling with addiction a man named Paul. The third thread involves the account of a killing of one lost young man by another in a community largely deserted by forward-thinking policies only a brief drive from Catt's cottage in a remote part of Minnesota.
From my perspective as a reader drawn to polished prose of the sort the author herself tends to eschew, I was seduced by the literary tone of the opening part.
As a reader drawn to crafted language of the style that Kraus usually avoids, I was captivated by the storytelling approach of the first section. It exhibits a fresh level of observation that makes room for trivial aspects, like the bucket that the protagonist as a child dislodges from ice at the start of the story, assisted by her cherished parent. "Look, an ice toy!" she says; "a great plaything", he answers, "the elliptical meanings of words circulating in their speech like hard candy". Kraus writes the tale of Emma with interest and closeness. "Emma experienced a dreamlike sensation β not hers, exactly."
I was fated to feel let down when I expected this different style could continue through the novel. Kraus notes here that she dislikes the enjoyment those who appreciate polished prose have gotten from I Love Dick; she's committed to fragmentation, to the unpolished style she has in common with her inspiration author Kathy Acker, and the blankness and repetitiveness of her earlier works comes back in the second segment. The protagonist is attempting to do up multiple decrepit residences in Albuquerque's worst neighbourhoods while moving between Minnesota and LA, failing to help Paul control his drinking. She feels helpless as her spouse transitions between underfunded jobs as an addiction therapist in a world driven by the anger and fear that powers a political win. Multiple pages are devoted about the protagonist facing cancellation on a platform, her occupation changed from "writer" to "real estate holder" on a reference site. She still gives the impression to invest excessive emotion about this. In a moment she says that she's researching the homicide so that before departing the state, "she could potentially understand something about an the United States that her Twitter detractors would fail to comprehend, would overlook entirely".
Thus we arrive to the murder itself β and the referenced day passed by the deceased with the killer and his associates. The author possesses compelling foundational content, and reconstructs step by step what occurred as Brandon came to see Brittney after encountering her on a platform where she sold sex pictures. He was hoping for sex but seems affably to have spent the day with her companions, mooching around getting his car mended and funding treats and narcotics, before being murdered by Brittney's partner a man named Micah β a young, mentally ill man who has repeatedly received inpatient care for violent rage.
Catt develops an obsession by the account, and I found myself captivated by the way that her twin drives towards accurate chronicling and reckless transgression tussle in this section. However, I would have preferred her to go further into her personal fixations here. The most interesting character is the character Brittney, who becomes vivid in part due to Catt's identification with her β another bright, bullied girl derailing in a troubled, forgotten town. The author informs us that the protagonist communicates with Brittney in detention, but she fails to enact these dialogues. This entire part feels strangely incomplete, to the extent that her narrative ends almost mid-par