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Chris Kraus () is a writer and filmmaker. She is author of novels I Love Dick and Aliens & Anorexia and books of art and cultural criticism. “Chris Kraus' first novel, I Love Dick, reads like Madame Bovary as if Emma had book that leaps effortlessly between autobiography, art criticism, think of using images that belong to you without your agreeing to it. Download full-text PDF. Content uploaded editor of the Native Agents series for Semiotext(e), Chris Kraus (Aliens and Anorexia,. Summer of Hate,I Love Dick, Where Art Belongs) to visit Central Saint Martins. This. event took.
Is it crass to point this out? That said, Kraus reconstitutes Acker's wanderings with real wit and beauty, understanding without pandering to the painfully high stakes of her identity games. Ten years later Kraus founded the press's Native Agents imprint to publish fiction, mostly by women, as an analogue to the French theories of subjectivity in the Foreign Agents series.
In the press release for the exhibition at Real Fine Arts in Brooklyn , Kraus detailed her thoughts behind the production of these films. Variously described as "a philosophy rave" and "one of the landmark LA events of the 90s," The Chance Event was reviewed on the front page of the LA Times and throughout the art press. Highlights, including a performance by Baudrillard wearing a gold Elvis-inspired blazer and accompanied by the 'Chance' band, were broadcast on European television.
Influence[ edit ] Though best known in the art world for much of her career, Kraus's readership is beginning to increase.
They tear down so many assumptions about what the form can handle in this case, what the form of the novel can handle that there is no way to re-create your mind before your encounter with them.
The important work of ecocriticism was one, including how women writers are responding to the inevitability of climate change in their work.
The statistics they produce on reviewing have been particularly effective in reinvigorating discussion about the publication and reception of writing by women. The public discussion sparked by the VIDA count has shown that this question is a pressing one for many writers and many young women who are developing their practice as writers.
The relationship between the sexed body and writing seems as fresh and as urgent a question as it was for Woolf and the first generation of feminist literary critics, yet the analysis they developed cannot quite account for the experience of contemporary women writers.
Her observational style has inevitably made the question of the status of the autobiographical central to any discussion of her work. But as a reader, Kraus makes me confront my own hunger for autobiographical access; it makes me aware of how much I crave a sense of the true story beneath her written narratives, even as I respect the ways they refuse to deliver any kind of one-to-one correspondence between lived and constructed experience.
It is with this point that we began our conversation. For many readers, her novels are hard to put down because they pay a critical, inventive, and detailed attention to the most perplexing and confounding aspects of the real world: intimate relationships, the personal struggle with social norms and social bonds, and the uncanny and seemingly ineffable ways in which history and power structures shape the everyday.
In that novel you make visible a version of her life and work to your reader, and you do the same thing in Torpor with the activist Jennifer Harbury. CK: Exactly. It was consciously biographical. AP: This aspect of your work seems to occupy an interesting space between characterization, in the more mundane creative writing sense, a kind of biography.
CK: Absolutely. But writing about others is like that — you are trying to stage an encounter between yourself and the subject.
How close can you get to their mindset? What would it like to be that person? How would you see things? How would they feel?
And you are also staging an encounter for the reader with that material. He was so intimate with Kafka, he understood him so well, he could observe when Kafka was being an idiot — or being contradictory — without losing respect.
AP: Maybe we could talk about the range of real life people, of characters that you have staged those encounters with in your novels. Maybe we could talk briefly about why you chose her. I took French reading lessons with our Quebecois neighbor, Mrs. Jensen, and we read Simone Weil together. At the time I felt Weil was speaking straight to me.
I was sad a lot of the time, and that sadness that runs through her books — a radical empathy — went straight into my veins. CK: Right. I mean, I just felt like I understood Jennifer Harbury. I knew her.
AP: What we see in the response to your work is precisely this kind of reaction, I think. And the fans of your work see this. It might be why you have a lot of younger people as fans of your work, for they respond to you in that way.
I mean, what more could one want? Before knowing anyone in the art world, I read her self-published books. They were all over the East Village. AP: These two examples show you engaging with people that have some form of public presence.
Could you talk a little bit about that process of bringing everybody people — the inhabitants of Thurman and their little family histories, but also the person upon whom the character Paul is based — and bringing their kind of life experience into a book? CK: Well, I always knew Torpor would be like a prequel to I Love Dick , kind of a preface to the absurd situation of a couple writing love letters to a third party.
How could that happen?
What is that marriage? During those years, we lived in the Adirondacks, and I was not doing much. I remember looking in the mirror at my too-rested face and realizing the hardest thing I'd have to learn was how to make my own program, how to inhabit unstructured time without getting lost in it.
I don't know if you learn this in grad school. When, in my late twenties, I began living with a tenured professor at Columbia University, the question of art school, or other graduate school, became tabled. His grad students became my close friends. Before leaving New Zealand, in my late teens I'd unsuccessfully applied to Columbia's graduate program in journalism. In the end, I attended the school by osmosis.
It's only at times when I want to escape from my life that I regret not going to art school. The bios of writers whose careers I envy usually contain the names of the prestigious MFA programs they attended. I wouldn't be virtually self-published by Semiotexte, the independent press where I'm a co-editor.
My writing would be reviewed in serious, adult publications. But in order for these things to happen, I'd have had to write different writing. As it is, my writing is read mostly within the art world—a field in which virtually everyone attends an MFA program.
And I try not to criticize this. Perhaps for the better, grad school has taken the place of my generation's aimless experience. I've noticed a trend among students in certain liberal arts undergrad schools to move to New York or Berlin or L.
Not applying to grad school or art school is very neo-old school. And this is exciting. What will be even more exciting is if the cultural life of these cities approaches a point where alumni of less elite schools can embrace the same mixture of deep disillusion and confidence. Art and commerce have always been two sides of the same coin and to oppose them would be false.
Instead, I want to talk about a shift that has taken place during the past ten years in how art objects reach the market, how they're defined and how we read them.
The professionalization of art production—congruent with specialization in other postcapitalist industries—has meant that the only art that will ever reach the market now is art that's produced by graduates of art schools.
The life of the artist matters very little. What life? The lives of successful younger artists are practically identical. There's very little margin in the contemporary art world for fucking up, accidents, or unforeseen surprises. In the business world, lapses in employment history automatically eliminate middle managers, IT specialists, and lawyers from the fast track. Similarly, the successful artist goes to college after high school, gets an undergraduate degree and then enrolls in a high-profile MFA studio art program.
Upon completing this degree, the artist gets a gallery and sets up a studio.