The new book centers on protagonists chasing after fresh starts, trying to break free from addictions or abusive marriages, only to see hope turn into conflict. The author often employs the phrase "new beginning", making it deliberately jaded through recurring use. Phrases such as "He was ready for a new beginning" and "They opted for a clean break" appear throughout the story. And yet, she appears to be undertaking her personal new beginning, since this seems a novel form of writing – observational, authentically narrative. Yet it reveals itself to be filled with the recurring issues and styles as her previous works.
Kraus was originally an visual artist who transitioned to writing unintentionally with her 1997 cult classic I Love Dick, which was composed of letters to an unreceptive lover, converting personal female narrative from abjection into defiance. She continued writing, but the three subsequent fascinating and rebarbative novels lacked the power and directness that the letter form imparted to the tone of I Love Dick. This was not aided by was her identity as a renegade artist who had evolved into a major property owner, so there was considerable focus on property transactions. It makes sense that she presently aims to try out new kinds of material, turning outward to external narratives, at a time when she claims that current political era makes confessional writing unnecessary.
The Four Spent the Day Together is structured in three parts, spanning three generations – each trapped by their histories. We encounter the story of characters Emma and Jasper, versions of Kraus's parents, transitioning from the New York borough to the Connecticut countryside. There is the account of Kraus, in the persona of a figure named Catt Greene, confronting the late recognition of I Love Dick, the rise of Trump, and her partner struggling with addiction her husband Paul. And there is the story of the murder of one directionless individual by another in a locality long abandoned by progressive politics only a short distance from Catt's rural residence in rural Minnesota.
For this reader fond of polished prose of the type the author herself often avoids, I was seduced by the novelistic voice of the first section.
Being a reader who appreciates precise prose of the variety that the author often disregards, I was captivated by the novelistic voice of the first section. It exhibits a new quality of attentiveness that allows space for trivial aspects, like the bucket that the young Catt pries out of frozen water at the beginning of the narrative, assisted by her adored dad. "Look, an ice toy!" she says; "a lovely toy", he answers, "the nuanced interpretations of terms tumbling in their mouths like piece candy". The author narrates the tale of Emma with inquiry and familiarity. "Emma felt like she'd stepped into a dream – not entirely her own."
I was fated to feel let down when I expected this different style could persist to the end. The author states here that she resents the satisfaction audiences such as myself have taken from I Love Dick; she's devoted to disruption, to the unpolished style she echoes from her inspiration author Kathy Acker, and the void and recurrence of her past books reasserts itself in the middle section. Catt is trying to renovate three dozen dilapidated units in the most troubled areas of Albuquerque while moving between two different states, unable to aid Paul control his drinking. She experiences powerlessness as Paul cycles through low-resource employment as an substance abuse counselor in a environment propelled by the anger and fear that underpins a political win. A significant portion discusses about Catt's social media ostracism on Twitter, her professional designation altered from "novelist" to "real estate holder" on the online encyclopedia. The author still appears to care a little too much about this. On one occasion she says that she's researching the homicide so that before departing the state, "she could potentially understand something about an America that her Twitter detractors would not understand, would not even see".
Then we reach to the homicide in question – and the referenced day experienced by the deceased with the perpetrator and his friends. The author possesses great source material, and details moment by moment what happened when the victim Brandon came to meet Brittney after connecting via an application where she marketed explicit images. He was hoping for sex but seems affably to have spent the day in the company of her associates, mooching around getting his car mended and covering the cost of food and substances, before being killed by gunfire by Brittney's partner Micah – a young, mentally ill man who has frequently been hospitalised for aggressive outbursts.
The protagonist becomes fixated by the story, and I was fascinated by the way that the author's conflicting impulses towards ethical reporting and reckless transgression tussle in this section. But I'd have liked her to explore more thoroughly her personal fixations here. The standout figure is Brittney, who becomes vivid partially because of Catt's identification with her – a similarly gifted, tormented individual going off the rails in a struggling, neglected community. Kraus notes that Catt speaks to Brittney in detention, but she doesn't dramatise these conversations. The whole section feels strangely incomplete, to the degree that her narrative ends almost mid-par