In her writings, Chris Kraus strokes art history, in the sense that Benjamin uses the term, against its hair. She disrupts the continuum of established art history and rescues dead and forgotten artists from oblivion and writes about small art collectives on the outskirts of the institutionalized art scene. Without psychologizing, she insists on the… Keep Reading
“Cruelty is, perhaps, the worst kind of sin. Intellectual cruelty is certainly the worst kind of cruelty.” G. K. Chesterton Looking at the recent debacle surrounding the pseudo-debate of who is the most intellectually fit to interview Chris Kraus (whether it would be someone who could open the discussion up to a general… Keep Reading
Here we are, over thirty incredibly hospitable emails later, reporting on an interview with Chris Kraus. Neither of us are journalists, so interviewing famous authors, even more so those we respect, still comes with a feeling of trepidation. And, while we can both hold our own in a theoretically sophisticated conversation, there is no doubt… Keep Reading
An article with Chris Kraus shows a picture of her sitting by a table in her home. It looks cheap, simple. There is nothing on the table but a vase with flowers. They look abnormally white, shining. Her face is kind of sad, heavy looking, a skinny girl. She is wearing woollen clothes, a nice… Keep Reading