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Seth Price reading at the Whitney Museum of American Art, New York, November For the most part, the body is absent, its actions being carried out in compacted space before the narration drifts back towards inner monologue: The actions are not typical ones for a contemporary artist, but rather serve to evoke the atmosphere of a Science Fiction novel. It is an aesthetic that Price has, true to the genre, often used as an analogy for the reality of now — and also to avoid the danger of a producing an all-too-social realism. These are phenomena that popular science and contemporary theory identify as repercussions of the impact of technology on our psyches, a fact that the protagonist is, in turn, aware of.

This climaxes in Price allowing the reader to co-experience, as if in real time, the genesis of the very artistic creation they behold — for example, when the protagonist reflects on the formal conditions required for a novel to function as art practice. Empathy emerges or is purposefully triggered as a special effect exactly during the moment in which a correlation between the sociopathic body and the spirit is diagnosed. But who does this empathy belong to? Or rather, who fucks Seth Price? Price is aware of his influence on a younger generation of artists, a generation that venerates him as a mother figure and wants to assimilate him into its own thought.

At points, the book takes on the style of a self-help guide for young artists and the identification that ostensibly results from this only assists Price in his objective: This could be justified as a decision to mirror the unfortunate reality of canonical art history. For me, there was nevertheless a nagging question as I read:


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