Torpor is an apt name for the book, describing the lack of energy I felt in reading this prequel to the fascinating I Love Dick. In Torpor, Chris Kraus has dropped the practice of using her and her husband’s names for the characters. Instead, they are Sylvie Green and Jerome Shafir, but they’re still locked in a prison of despair as their marriage slowly unravels. Perhaps it was this distancing through 3rd person characters that removes some of the interest, perhaps it was the lack of reaching for any type of depth. The story follows Chris and her husband, I mean Sylvie and Jerome, to Berlin and Romania in hopes of adopting a child, to their upstate New York home, to the city, to LA, all ripped ribbons of travel that add up to nothing.