The Four Spent the Day Together is populated with protagonists pursuing clean slates, trying to break free from addictions or toxic relationships, only to find hope curdling into conflict. Chris Kraus frequently uses the phrase "clean slate", transforming it into deliberately jaded through constant reiteration. Examples include "He was ready for a new beginning" and "They opted for a clean break" are scattered across the narrative. At the same time, the author herself seems to be making her individual reinvention, because this seems a new kind of book – fact-based, authentically narrative. Yet it reveals itself to be filled with the same dilemmas and aesthetics as past novels.
Chris Kraus was originally an creative who entered the literary world unintentionally with her 1997 cult classic I Love Dick, made up of letters to an unreceptive lover, elevating personal female narrative from humiliation into assassination. She persisted as a writer, but the three subsequent fascinating and rebarbative novels did not possess the shock and immediacy that the letter form imparted to the voice of I Love Dick. This was not aided by was her identity as a renegade artist who had turned into a major property owner, so there was significant attention on real estate deals. It makes sense that she presently aims to try out different types of content, turning outward to external narratives, at a moment when she claims that current political era makes confessional writing obsolete.
The Four Spent the Day Together is divided into three sections, spanning several time periods – each trapped by their pasts. The book includes the story of characters Emma and Jasper, representations of the author's parents, moving from the Bronx to a pastoral setting. There is the account of Kraus, in the guise of a figure named Catt Greene, confronting the belated success of I Love Dick, the emergence of Trump, and her substance-dependent spouse Paul. Finally the story of the murder of one troubled youth by another in a locality mostly forsaken by progressive politics only a short distance from Catt's rural residence in the Minnesota countryside.
From my perspective as a reader drawn to honed writing of the type the author herself tends to eschew, I was captivated by the novelistic voice of the initial segment.
As someone who reads drawn to precise prose of the style that Kraus herself often disregards, I was captivated by the storytelling approach of the opening segment. It exhibits a new quality of attentiveness that allows space for small details, like the bucket that the young Catt pries out of frozen water at the opening of the book, assisted by her adored dad. "I discovered a frozen plaything!" she says; "a great plaything", he responds, "the elliptical meanings of words circulating in their speech like piece candy". Kraus writes Emma's narrative with interest and closeness. "Emma felt like she'd stepped into a dream – not hers, exactly."
I was destined to be disappointed when I hoped this new voice could persist to the end. The author states here that she is annoyed by the enjoyment readers like me have derived from I Love Dick; she's dedicated to disjunction, to the messy artistic approach she echoes from her hero author Kathy Acker, and the void and recurrence of her past books returns in the second segment. The protagonist is attempting to do up 36 run-down apartments in the most troubled areas of Albuquerque while traveling between Minnesota and LA, unable to aid her husband manage his alcohol use. She feels helpless as Paul moves between low-resource employment as an recovery specialist in a society driven by the anger and fear that powers an electoral success. There are several pages about Catt being cancelled on social media, her occupation changed from "writer" to "property owner" on Wikipedia. She still gives the impression to be overly concerned about this. At one point she remarks that she's researching the homicide so that before leaving Minnesota, "she could potentially understand something about an the United States that her Twitter detractors would be unable to grasp, would overlook entirely".
Thus we arrive to the actual killing – and the eponymous day spent by the murdered individual with the perpetrator and his friends. The author possesses compelling foundational content, and knows hour by hour what occurred as the victim Brandon came to see Brittney after meeting her on an app where she offered adult photos. He sought a sexual encounter but seems amiably to have occupied the day with her companions, wandering about having his vehicle repaired and funding treats and narcotics, before being murdered by Brittney's boyfriend Micah – a young, mentally ill man who has frequently been hospitalised for violent rage.
Catt gets obsessed by the narrative, and I was fascinated by the way that Kraus's dual urges towards ethical reporting and audacious rule-breaking wrestle in this part. But I'd have liked her to delve deeper into her own obsessions here. The compelling persona is Brittney, who gains dimension partially because of the protagonist's connection to her – another bright, bullied girl spiraling out of control in a struggling, neglected community. Kraus notes that the protagonist communicates with Brittney in detention, but she doesn't dramatise these conversations. The whole section feels strangely incomplete, to the extent that her narrative ends almost mid-par
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