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Aliens & Anorexia
As the rope was tightening around my neck, an Alien made love to me. Belief is a technology for softening the landscape. The world becomes more beautiful when God is in it. Here is what happens inside a person's body when they starve.Written in the shadow of Georg Buchner's Lenz at razor pitch, Aliens & Anorexia, first published in 2000, defines a female form of chance that is both emotional and radical. The book unfolds like a set of Chinese boxes, using stories and polemics to travel through a maze that spirals back into itself. Its characters include Simone Weil, the first radical philosopher of sadness, the artist Paul Thek, Kraus herself, and "Africa," her virtual S&M partner who's shooting a big-budget Hollywood film in Namibia while Kraus holes up in the Northwest Woods for the winter to chronicle the failure of Gravity & Grace, her own low-budget independent film.In Aliens & Anorexia, Kraus argues for empathy as the ultimate perceptive tool, and reclaims anorexia from the psychoanalytic girl-ghetto of poor "self-esteem." Anorexia, Kraus writes, could be an attempt to leave the body a rejection of the cynicism this culture hands us through its food.
244 pages, Paperback
Published March 2, 2000
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Chris Kraus
65 books767 followersChris Kraus is a writer, filmmaker, and professor of film at European Graduate School in Saas-Fee, Switzerland. Her books include I Love Dick, Aliens & Anorexia, and Torpor. Video Green, Kraus' first non-fiction book examines the explosion of late 1990s art by high-profile graduate programs that catapulted Los Angeles into the center of the international art world. Her films include Gravity & Grace, How To Shoot A Crime, and The Golden Bowl, or, Repression.
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April 22, 2020
Connections. Juxtapositions. Narrative. Non-sequitur. Personal essay. Lies. Fiction. A screenplay novelization. Philosophy. Citation, reference, and allusion. Confession. A bulimic writer purging words from a mind that wants to empty itself, become alien, de-create. Sex. Phone sex. S & M. Writing as abstinence. Writing broken down into compartments and mixed, jumbled.
I begin reading this on the airplane, the eleven-hour flight to Frankfurt from San Francisco, during the pretend nighttime, after the meal and I had finished Frank Harris's The Bomb. I write this review in Florence, after the seven hour layover, the short hop over the alps, the largely sleepless real night, in the haze of the jet lag I seem to experience every year upon my return to my adopted home. Usually the lag devastates me for at least a week. I will make it work for me this time. This time.
Chris Kraus's novels (?) are the purest seduction. Her forms punk me every time. I am her bitch reader, slave boy. My gender inconsequential in English. Not so in Italian. De-create gender through reading and writing? Bitch boy/master girl. Author/reader. Where do novels go once you've read them?
The people. Character sketches, the narrator--honest, sincere, seductive. The push/pull of the world. Empathy and escape. To be all of it, to fix suffering, or to rise above, in a spaceship and be alien. Aliens know--Earthlings never do. We wallow in ambivalence--what other choice do we have? It's a matter of degrees.
"Gavin Brice" was a perfect little post-script/coda. The screenplay novelization "Gravity and Grace" should have been a preface--I yearned to be back in "Aliens & Anorexia" while reading it, the jet-lag deepening, the 90+ degree afternoon heat relentless, my body wanting to sleep, wanting to wake, conflicted, struggling to understand and adjust. In-between trains.
I begin reading this on the airplane, the eleven-hour flight to Frankfurt from San Francisco, during the pretend nighttime, after the meal and I had finished Frank Harris's The Bomb. I write this review in Florence, after the seven hour layover, the short hop over the alps, the largely sleepless real night, in the haze of the jet lag I seem to experience every year upon my return to my adopted home. Usually the lag devastates me for at least a week. I will make it work for me this time. This time.
Chris Kraus's novels (?) are the purest seduction. Her forms punk me every time. I am her bitch reader, slave boy. My gender inconsequential in English. Not so in Italian. De-create gender through reading and writing? Bitch boy/master girl. Author/reader. Where do novels go once you've read them?
The people. Character sketches, the narrator--honest, sincere, seductive. The push/pull of the world. Empathy and escape. To be all of it, to fix suffering, or to rise above, in a spaceship and be alien. Aliens know--Earthlings never do. We wallow in ambivalence--what other choice do we have? It's a matter of degrees.
"Gavin Brice" was a perfect little post-script/coda. The screenplay novelization "Gravity and Grace" should have been a preface--I yearned to be back in "Aliens & Anorexia" while reading it, the jet-lag deepening, the 90+ degree afternoon heat relentless, my body wanting to sleep, wanting to wake, conflicted, struggling to understand and adjust. In-between trains.
February 22, 2010
I never realized Aliens was the least popular of Kraus's "torpor" trilogy, but it's my favorite. It's the one where she assembles a radical philosophy of sadness. I love that. I reread it because it was snowing a lot where I live.
December 6, 2019
I love chris Krauss, and I loved the part about Simone weil, but she speaks of so many different things, it´s hard to follow sometimes. Still it´s a great book and the combination she does is pretty unique, theory, with fiction, with performance. Definitely on the Chris Kraus side, always.
August 4, 2017
I love all books by Chris Kraus. But Aliens & Anorexia holds a place in my heart far beyond all others.
December 31, 2022
My girl for life. Rambling for 200 pages and then forces you to read the script of her movie that everybody hates!
December 30, 2016
Before she became the groundbreaking theorist / novelist / detourned-conceptual-memoirist she is today, Chris Kraus was the maker of deft, smart experimental films, culminating in her rarely-seen, under-acknowledged feature Gravity and Grace. The film took its title from Simone Weil but explored the modern emptinesses waiting to be filled by cult membership and the aimless but determined pull towards art. It didn't do well with audiences, critics, or festivals, it seems, and both the unwieldy production process and last-ditch distribution attempts at the Berlinale's satellite film market become mordantly despairing episodes here. But moreso, since this is Chris Kraus, they become the jumping-off points for conceptual studies of art and life, Simone Weil and Ulrike Meinhoff, philosophies of culture, body, and desire, S&M, performance art, and starvation. It's difficult to explain exactly how it all works, but it works with extreme elegance here. Even better than her first novel (and etc) I Love Dick, and far far ahead of the attempted Amazon series thereof (though I find the existence of that highly interesting in its own right).
August 27, 2008
it's sort of like reading a really involved blog. it's an effective and interesting piece of writing. basically, the protagonist is shopping a film that sounds like a dispassionate mess of pretension while thinking back to shooting it. this is interspersed with a biography of simone weil and a rambling narrative about sado masochism and phone sex lines.
it's kind of bitchy and present. it's interesting, the way that the post y2k era can seem retro despite being written like the hyper modernity it seemed like at the time. technology is dating every second...
it's kind of bitchy and present. it's interesting, the way that the post y2k era can seem retro despite being written like the hyper modernity it seemed like at the time. technology is dating every second...
July 10, 2024
Jag gillar Kraus stil. Hon är så konstig och de fula och stört insnöade reflektionerna är mer sympatiska i sig än vad hon faktist lyckas ge svar på.
Att bryta ner sitt jag för att nå en transcendental äkthet är en spännande tolkning av självskadebeteenden så som anorexia. Jag uppfattar det som att anorexia som fenomenologiskt problem har kommit längre än då hon skrev detta, vilket gör att jag ger boken 4 stars även om det finns en hel del vaga och ifrågasättbara resonemang.
Att bryta ner sitt jag för att nå en transcendental äkthet är en spännande tolkning av självskadebeteenden så som anorexia. Jag uppfattar det som att anorexia som fenomenologiskt problem har kommit längre än då hon skrev detta, vilket gör att jag ger boken 4 stars även om det finns en hel del vaga och ifrågasättbara resonemang.
February 2, 2021
I struggled with this book more than I would like to admit. I think the problem is that it’s quite inconsistent... either that, or its sort of stream of conscious/random free associations are just too unkempt for me. This is at its best when it is chronicling the life and work of Simone Weil, I think, but gets too bogged down in excursions into the lives of random curators and people Kraus met at a party. It’s also very clear that its target audience is exclusively academics, which I guess is OK, but it really does feel exclusionary at times? There’s also kind of a weird relationship to privilege and wealth, such that I can’t tell whether Kraus is mocking herself or not. That said, there are some really beautiful and evocative passages that I have fervently marked and underlined.
July 1, 2020
Okay, okay I only finished 3/4 of this. I pride myself on finishing books even when they’re shite but in this case life is just too short. No idea what she’s on about.
February 23, 2018
Part art criticism, part biography, part memoir, part sadomasochism philosophy (or D/s as Kraus often abbreviates it).
This is a real tour de force exploration of Kraus' philosophy and life lived. I learned so much from her: About the art of Paul Thek, about philosophy and life of Simone Weir, about Kraus' film Gravity & Grace, and about her epistolary D/s romance with "Africa". For that, I say "thank you, Chris. This was great!"
The thread that ties these parts together is a specific kind of failure; a rebuke or rejection from the peers from which validation is sought. It explores what it means to create something of meaning, and then digs into the (superficial) reasons that meaning can be so easily overlooked, even spurned, or just forgotten. It seems Kraus tries to define empathy, or more so, missed opportunities for it (that comes across especially in the "Africa" D/s epistolary).
And this is fiction though, not non-fiction, and not memoir. It's not for everybody. I'd say avoid if you need coherent plot in your novels. But if your thing is just smart, insightful, philosophical, playful writing...
This is a real tour de force exploration of Kraus' philosophy and life lived. I learned so much from her: About the art of Paul Thek, about philosophy and life of Simone Weir, about Kraus' film Gravity & Grace, and about her epistolary D/s romance with "Africa". For that, I say "thank you, Chris. This was great!"
The thread that ties these parts together is a specific kind of failure; a rebuke or rejection from the peers from which validation is sought. It explores what it means to create something of meaning, and then digs into the (superficial) reasons that meaning can be so easily overlooked, even spurned, or just forgotten. It seems Kraus tries to define empathy, or more so, missed opportunities for it (that comes across especially in the "Africa" D/s epistolary).
And this is fiction though, not non-fiction, and not memoir. It's not for everybody. I'd say avoid if you need coherent plot in your novels. But if your thing is just smart, insightful, philosophical, playful writing...
June 22, 2018
You love the book and cannot quite say why. It's the sort of book that is bought on a whim at MoMA PS 1, where else, and then tucked safely in the bookshelf, to be whisked out at random 4 years later at a moment of emotional crisis, riffled through and found deeply engrossing. It is digressive, it is sublime, it is philosophical, it is beautiful, it is, above all, profoundly sad. And you feel better after reading it, though you would not be able to explain quite what it was about.
February 29, 2024
what was shawty on lol
February 21, 2022
A novel about failure, empathy, and sadness, with a cast of characters that includes Simone Weil, Paul Thek, and the author herself.
First published in 2000, Chris Kraus's second novel, Aliens & Anorexia, defined a female form of chance that is both emotional and radical. Unfolding like a set of Chinese boxes, with storytelling and philosophy informing each other, the novel weaves together the lives of earnest visionaries and failed artists. Its characters include Simone Weil, the first radical philosopher of sadness; the artist Paul Thek; Kraus herself; and “Africa,” Kraus's virtual S&M partner, who is shooting a big-budget Hollywood film in Namibia while Kraus holes up in the Northwest woods to chronicle the failure of Gravity & Grace, her own low-budget independent film.
In Aliens & Anorexia, Kraus makes a case for empathy as the ultimate perceptive tool, and reclaims anorexia from the psychoanalytic girl-ghetto of poor “self-esteem.” Anorexia, Kraus writes, could be an attempt to leave the body altogether: a rejection of the cynicism that this culture hands us through its food. As Palle Yourgrau writes in the book's new foreword, “Kraus's rescue operation for aliens like Weil from behind enemy lines on planet Earth is a gift, if, in the end, like all good deeds, it remains—as Weil herself would be the first to insist—a fool's errand.”
2.5 Stars
That was absolutely not my cup of tea.
I could get the message in some places, but the writing style was so jumbled and confused. At least that's how I perceived it. But I can see a lot of people loving this.
First published in 2000, Chris Kraus's second novel, Aliens & Anorexia, defined a female form of chance that is both emotional and radical. Unfolding like a set of Chinese boxes, with storytelling and philosophy informing each other, the novel weaves together the lives of earnest visionaries and failed artists. Its characters include Simone Weil, the first radical philosopher of sadness; the artist Paul Thek; Kraus herself; and “Africa,” Kraus's virtual S&M partner, who is shooting a big-budget Hollywood film in Namibia while Kraus holes up in the Northwest woods to chronicle the failure of Gravity & Grace, her own low-budget independent film.
In Aliens & Anorexia, Kraus makes a case for empathy as the ultimate perceptive tool, and reclaims anorexia from the psychoanalytic girl-ghetto of poor “self-esteem.” Anorexia, Kraus writes, could be an attempt to leave the body altogether: a rejection of the cynicism that this culture hands us through its food. As Palle Yourgrau writes in the book's new foreword, “Kraus's rescue operation for aliens like Weil from behind enemy lines on planet Earth is a gift, if, in the end, like all good deeds, it remains—as Weil herself would be the first to insist—a fool's errand.”
2.5 Stars
That was absolutely not my cup of tea.
I could get the message in some places, but the writing style was so jumbled and confused. At least that's how I perceived it. But I can see a lot of people loving this.
March 27, 2022
It took me a minute to get used to Kraus’ highly referential style. Once I did, I really enjoyed this book!
Aliens & Anorexia is a collage of reflections on.. well, too many things to list. Sex, work, aliens, god — that kind of stuff. My favorite bits of the collage were the pieces about sadness, empathy and derealization/selfhood. And Kraus’ biographical expositions of Simone Weil’s life and work were so, so good.
There is a very raw tension between cynicism and hope in Kraus’ writing. In addition to the many other thematic and philosophical tensions that a&a so deftly holds, I think this is what made the book so captivating to me. That, and Kraus’ general smarts and insight.
Here’s my only warning: Kraus is a very intense and challenging thinker, and so she deals with intense and challenging realities. This is by no means an easy or ‘comfortable’ read. If that sounds like your cup of tea, or if you like auto-theory vibes (e.g. Maggie Nelson’s Argonauts), I might recommend giving this book a read. If you can’t stomach a somewhat hefty dose of cynicism and intellectual ennui, you could probably skip this one.
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“To tell a story is an act of love. The teller reaches deep inside the listener’s mind and offers rest and order where there would otherwise be none. The fairy tale does not deny the chaos of the universe. Rather, it offers the chance, the possibility, that in a less than perfect world, it might still be possible to do something that’s good.”
Aliens & Anorexia is a collage of reflections on.. well, too many things to list. Sex, work, aliens, god — that kind of stuff. My favorite bits of the collage were the pieces about sadness, empathy and derealization/selfhood. And Kraus’ biographical expositions of Simone Weil’s life and work were so, so good.
There is a very raw tension between cynicism and hope in Kraus’ writing. In addition to the many other thematic and philosophical tensions that a&a so deftly holds, I think this is what made the book so captivating to me. That, and Kraus’ general smarts and insight.
Here’s my only warning: Kraus is a very intense and challenging thinker, and so she deals with intense and challenging realities. This is by no means an easy or ‘comfortable’ read. If that sounds like your cup of tea, or if you like auto-theory vibes (e.g. Maggie Nelson’s Argonauts), I might recommend giving this book a read. If you can’t stomach a somewhat hefty dose of cynicism and intellectual ennui, you could probably skip this one.
—
“To tell a story is an act of love. The teller reaches deep inside the listener’s mind and offers rest and order where there would otherwise be none. The fairy tale does not deny the chaos of the universe. Rather, it offers the chance, the possibility, that in a less than perfect world, it might still be possible to do something that’s good.”
September 19, 2021
Dit was de tweede roman van Chris Kraus die ik las en ik ben onder de indruk van haar stijl: Zeer gefragmenteerd en schaamteloos intellectualistisch, maar nooit te onpersoonlijk of academisch. Erg boeiende auteur.
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February 7, 2023rlly liked this glad i read it so slow but also just writing this to say that my memory of this book will forever be tied to reading it whilst freezing my ass off for 3 hours on the pavement in front of the electric ballroom one winter afternoon in january lol
July 6, 2023
Based on the amount of quotes I underlined in this book it is safe to say that Kraus is a poet.
It took me a while to get comfortable with this book. After "I love dick" the expectations were high and I have to admit, this book started to convince me of its potential as soon as we had the same format of the previous: the email exchange between Kraus and the phone sex dude (forgot the name by now).
This book seems to be somewhat autobiographic and therefore captivating at the level of intimacy. The analogies to Simone Weil and the book title (as much as the alien lady which name i cannot recall) wrap up everything together. I am very eagered to read Weil right now as well.
Beautiful quotes:
"By this time my entire body felt like it was made of glass. I was dying of exposure"
"The intelligent man who is proud of his intelligence is like a condemned man who is proud of his large cell..."
"She wants to lose herself in order to be larger than herself. A rhapsody of longing overtakes her. She wants to really see. Therefore, she's a masochist."
"This men were crocodiles in clubchairs, conductors of controlled experiments in chaos."
"As if, beneath the onion-skin of personalities, there lies the gleaming uncorrupted Human Soul."
"I'd call myself a "feminist" but I just couldn't do it. Because I'd been sad so long I could not believe in merely personal salvation (...) Why should women settle to think and talk about just femaleness when men were constantly transcending gender?"
"It was an epistemological joke, a metaphor for the interrupted mental flow when memory becomes nostalgia."
"And yet we admire and appreciate wealth's symbols without acknowledging wealth's abstracted sadism - WHAT, and at WHAT COST?"
"Aldous Huxley spent eight hours tripping out on mescaline Simone Weil spent twenty years tripping out on content and casuality.ALIENS & ANOREXIA. Is it any wonder that she starved?"
"The panic of altruism is something like the panic of starvation."
"It is despair that triggers mental illness"
"The sleepless eager disconnected lonely"
"History, barely visible but shuddering underneath the translucent skin of the present."
"When we were a rare animal
Newly human beasts of prey
It was one big God-hunt
We were free and easy
And we lived in skies of uncertainty
We were at large in time"
"What do I belong to
Soul or chromosome
Boundaries and bloodshed
Earth seems so far from home"
It took me a while to get comfortable with this book. After "I love dick" the expectations were high and I have to admit, this book started to convince me of its potential as soon as we had the same format of the previous: the email exchange between Kraus and the phone sex dude (forgot the name by now).
This book seems to be somewhat autobiographic and therefore captivating at the level of intimacy. The analogies to Simone Weil and the book title (as much as the alien lady which name i cannot recall) wrap up everything together. I am very eagered to read Weil right now as well.
Beautiful quotes:
"By this time my entire body felt like it was made of glass. I was dying of exposure"
"The intelligent man who is proud of his intelligence is like a condemned man who is proud of his large cell..."
"She wants to lose herself in order to be larger than herself. A rhapsody of longing overtakes her. She wants to really see. Therefore, she's a masochist."
"This men were crocodiles in clubchairs, conductors of controlled experiments in chaos."
"As if, beneath the onion-skin of personalities, there lies the gleaming uncorrupted Human Soul."
"I'd call myself a "feminist" but I just couldn't do it. Because I'd been sad so long I could not believe in merely personal salvation (...) Why should women settle to think and talk about just femaleness when men were constantly transcending gender?"
"It was an epistemological joke, a metaphor for the interrupted mental flow when memory becomes nostalgia."
"And yet we admire and appreciate wealth's symbols without acknowledging wealth's abstracted sadism - WHAT, and at WHAT COST?"
"Aldous Huxley spent eight hours tripping out on mescaline Simone Weil spent twenty years tripping out on content and casuality.ALIENS & ANOREXIA. Is it any wonder that she starved?"
"The panic of altruism is something like the panic of starvation."
"It is despair that triggers mental illness"
"The sleepless eager disconnected lonely"
"History, barely visible but shuddering underneath the translucent skin of the present."
"When we were a rare animal
Newly human beasts of prey
It was one big God-hunt
We were free and easy
And we lived in skies of uncertainty
We were at large in time"
"What do I belong to
Soul or chromosome
Boundaries and bloodshed
Earth seems so far from home"
January 27, 2018
It's clear after reading this book why Chris Kraus is the art world's favorite writer - this was indeed an interesting collage of experimental fiction mixed with memoir/essay/thesis.
The book is a unique reading experience, switching back from diary entries, to straightforward memoir, to emails, to thesis arguments, philosophy essays, art history, and topped off with a screenplay/film treatment. It was difficult to switch between what felt real (and was surely autobiographical) to treatise-like essays where you don't know whether to trust the research (or even if these referenced characters are actually real people) to obviously fictional film writing.
That difficulty never let me know for sure where I, the reader, stood in relation to the narrator or the developing action in the novel. Kraus can clearly write very well, speak intimate universal truths, and engage me during personal retellings of recent history, but loses me when she switches gears seamlessly into another genre or medium or direction - which happens often. The characters are fascinating, most of them well developed, but without much reason for me to care for the long term - it's hard to attach yourself to anything in this novel.
I'd like to read her more popular, I Love Dick, but I wouldn't likely revisit this novel. It felt like I was in Ben Lerner's universe, but over my head. I'd need to come to this with a better grip on the art under discussion to get more out of it.
The book is a unique reading experience, switching back from diary entries, to straightforward memoir, to emails, to thesis arguments, philosophy essays, art history, and topped off with a screenplay/film treatment. It was difficult to switch between what felt real (and was surely autobiographical) to treatise-like essays where you don't know whether to trust the research (or even if these referenced characters are actually real people) to obviously fictional film writing.
That difficulty never let me know for sure where I, the reader, stood in relation to the narrator or the developing action in the novel. Kraus can clearly write very well, speak intimate universal truths, and engage me during personal retellings of recent history, but loses me when she switches gears seamlessly into another genre or medium or direction - which happens often. The characters are fascinating, most of them well developed, but without much reason for me to care for the long term - it's hard to attach yourself to anything in this novel.
I'd like to read her more popular, I Love Dick, but I wouldn't likely revisit this novel. It felt like I was in Ben Lerner's universe, but over my head. I'd need to come to this with a better grip on the art under discussion to get more out of it.
November 3, 2023
I both liked this book and also hated the main character. I'm not really familiar with Kraus enough to understand if this was a memoir (if so I'm sorry to be a bit harsh in my review) or fiction (autofiction?) but this felt very disjointed but not in a good way. I don't feel this was a good invoking of Simone Weil and ironically feel Weil would have loathed this book. Crazy or not Weil was extremely interested in the outer-world and active participation in trying to eradicate suffering (at least in her intent) we all know how she would have felt about consumerism, neoliberalism and the art world.
This book is both self absorbed and self aware. It was mixture of anguish, self loathing but also genuinely interesting pondering that also plagued David Foster Wallace. There were parts of the book that I found really interesting; sex & food, Simone Weil, the depressed in Berlin part.
I had zero connection to the last section (which I am assuming is a narrative version of her film) Gravity and Grace. It just didn't do it for me and I'm guessing that's why it was rejected from mostly everything (sorry Kraus 💔). The motif of the alien was also meh, I get what she was aiming at but it still never connected me fully and just doesn't fit (to me) in with Simone Weil's philosophy. Yes I understand she was teased as being an "alien" but nothing really successfully connected that in with Weil and everything else.
I really liked that there was a reading list at the end!
This book is both self absorbed and self aware. It was mixture of anguish, self loathing but also genuinely interesting pondering that also plagued David Foster Wallace. There were parts of the book that I found really interesting; sex & food, Simone Weil, the depressed in Berlin part.
I had zero connection to the last section (which I am assuming is a narrative version of her film) Gravity and Grace. It just didn't do it for me and I'm guessing that's why it was rejected from mostly everything (sorry Kraus 💔). The motif of the alien was also meh, I get what she was aiming at but it still never connected me fully and just doesn't fit (to me) in with Simone Weil's philosophy. Yes I understand she was teased as being an "alien" but nothing really successfully connected that in with Weil and everything else.
I really liked that there was a reading list at the end!
December 12, 2007
new narrative, if i'm using that term correctly. collagistic, memoirish. a lot of philosophy (Simone Weil, especially) and other meaty kind of stuff mixed in with the day to day. borrows from deleuze in her formulation of anorexia as an active stance, "the rejection of the cynicism that this culture hands us through food" (163). the citation of which is a reality check as i need to go write my paper FOREAL.
March 30, 2017
https://winterlief.blogspot.nl/2016/0...
(such a beautiful mess.)
(such a beautiful mess.)
July 31, 2023
not great
December 28, 2022
sometimes hard to understand the direction of her many, many threads and references, but mostly exciting. i love how kraus considers chance, miracles, and empathy as “girl technologies” of perception and overcoming; it’s like an antidote against the cynicism of logic. here are some good quotes:
“It could be that sadness is the girl-equivalent to chance. Chance has always been equivalent to sadness, it is an interior reality so physical and legit there is no need to access it by studying the mathematical laws of permutation.”
“Crying leads you through concentric rings of sadness. You close your eyes and travel outwards through a vortex that draws you towards the saddest things of all. And the saddest thing of all isn’t anything but sadness… Grief is information.”
“The panic of altruism, tripping out on content, anorexia: all three are heightened states of consciousness, described as female psychological disorders. Does it matter how you get there?”
“Coincidence accumulated. The missing person is a phantom limb.”
“It could be that sadness is the girl-equivalent to chance. Chance has always been equivalent to sadness, it is an interior reality so physical and legit there is no need to access it by studying the mathematical laws of permutation.”
“Crying leads you through concentric rings of sadness. You close your eyes and travel outwards through a vortex that draws you towards the saddest things of all. And the saddest thing of all isn’t anything but sadness… Grief is information.”
“The panic of altruism, tripping out on content, anorexia: all three are heightened states of consciousness, described as female psychological disorders. Does it matter how you get there?”
“Coincidence accumulated. The missing person is a phantom limb.”
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September 10, 2024I don’t know that I agree with all of the philosophy or arguments, specifically about anorexia, but I do think that it’s all very fascinating and thought-provoking. I do love the way she writes. Unfortunately I found myself getting annoyed every time she brought up that damn movie and honestly, I don’t feel bad that it failed it seems like she was in no way qualified or prepared to make a film.
June 3, 2021
er ikke sikker på, hvad det er, jeg har læst - men der var fandme tryk på 🤘🏻
November 18, 2021
Bla bla bla varför insisterar jag på att läsa ut alla böcker jag påbörjar?
January 9, 2022
Musings on the female body, control, sasomasocjism, anorexia and art.
Very disjointed and yet perfectly put together.
I didn't quite love it as much as "I love Dick" even if she brings interesting ideas to the table. It's weirder, took me some time to really get into it as well..
3.5 stars*
Very disjointed and yet perfectly put together.
I didn't quite love it as much as "I love Dick" even if she brings interesting ideas to the table. It's weirder, took me some time to really get into it as well..
3.5 stars*
January 21, 2023
beauty, the divine, decreating oneself and connecting to a primordial suffering… to be notorious as an anorexic mystic philosopher …
November 22, 2023
Even better than I love dick imo couldn’t get enough
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