The Four Spent the Day Together centers on characters chasing after clean slates, attempting to leave behind substance abuse or abusive marriages, only to see hope turn into conflict. Kraus frequently uses the phrase "clean slate", making it intentionally weary through recurring use. Phrases such as "He could make a fresh start" and "They opted for a clean break" appear throughout the text. At the same time, Kraus herself appears to be undertaking her individual reinvention, as this presents as a novel form of writing – documentarian, authentically narrative. Yet it proves to be laden with the recurring issues and styles as past novels.
Kraus began as an artist who transitioned to writing almost accidentally with her 1997 groundbreaking book I Love Dick, structured as epistles to an unresponsive love interest, transforming personal female narrative from abjection into rebellion. She persisted as a writer, but the three subsequent compelling and abrasive novels lacked the shock and immediacy that the epistolary style brought to the tone of I Love Dick. This was not aided by was her position as a maverick maker who had turned into a large-scale low-rent landlord, so there was considerable focus on property transactions. It is logical that she now wants to try out fresh narrative sources, looking outwards to other people's stories, at a period in which she states that current political era makes confessional writing unnecessary.
The Four Spent the Day Together is divided into three sections, spanning three generations – all unable to escape their histories. We encounter the tale of a couple named Emma and Jasper, versions of Kraus's parents, moving from the urban environment to a pastoral setting. Additionally the story of Kraus herself, in the persona of a figure named Catt Greene, confronting the delayed acclaim of I Love Dick, the emergence of Trump, and her substance-dependent spouse her husband Paul. Finally the story of the murder of one lost young man by another in a locality mostly forsaken by progressive politics only a brief drive from the protagonist's home in a remote part of Minnesota.
From my perspective as a reader attracted to polished prose of the sort the author herself typically rejects, I was enchanted by the literary tone of the first section.
Being a reader who appreciates precise prose of the kind that Kraus herself tends to eschew, I was seduced by the novelistic voice of the first section. There is a new quality of attentiveness that accommodates trivial aspects, like the container that the protagonist as a child frees from the ice at the start of the story, aided by her cherished parent. "I discovered a frozen plaything!" she declares; "a lovely toy", he responds, "the nuanced interpretations of terms tumbling in their mouths like hard candy". She tells the tale of Emma with inquiry and familiarity. "Emma experienced a dreamlike sensation – not entirely her own."
I was destined to be disappointed when I expected this different style could persist to the end. The author states here that she is annoyed by the pleasure readers like me have gotten from I Love Dick; she's dedicated to disjunction, to the messy artistic approach she echoes from her hero writer Kathy Acker, and the void and recurrence of her previous novels reasserts itself in the middle section. Catt is attempting to do up 36 run-down apartments in the most troubled areas of Albuquerque while shuttling between the Midwest and the West Coast, unsuccessful in assisting Paul control his drinking. She feels helpless as her spouse moves between underfunded jobs as an addiction therapist in a world driven by the hostility and dread that drives a political win. There are several pages about Catt being cancelled on social media, her professional designation altered from "novelist" to "real estate holder" on the online encyclopedia. The author still appears to invest excessive emotion about this. On one occasion she remarks that she's looking into the killing so that before exiting the region, "she may grasp something about an the United States that her online critics would be unable to grasp, would overlook entirely".
Thus we arrive to the actual killing – and the referenced day spent by the deceased with the murderer and his companions. Kraus has excellent raw material, and reconstructs step by step what happened when the victim Brandon came to see Brittney after encountering her on a platform where she marketed explicit images. He was hoping for sex but appears congenially to have passed the day with her companions, loitering fixing his automobile and funding treats and narcotics, before being killed by gunfire by Brittney's boyfriend a man named Micah – a young, mentally ill man who has often been institutionalized for fits of anger.
The protagonist becomes fixated by the narrative, and I found myself captivated by the way that the author's conflicting impulses towards ethical reporting and daring boundary-pushing clash in this segment. However, I would have preferred her to delve deeper into her personal fixations here. The standout figure is Brittney herself, who gains dimension in part due to Catt seeing herself in her – a similarly gifted, tormented individual spiraling out of control in a troubled, forgotten town. Kraus notes that Catt converses with Brittney in detention, but she fails to enact these dialogues. The complete segment feels strangely incomplete, to the point that Kraus's narration ends almost mid-par
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