HE: Her aim of wiping out days with inactivity is clearly not working anymore.
We learn that the narrator has been partying during her Infermiterol sleep. There’s something spiritual to me about what she’s doing. If Ping Xi and other rich art brats can get away with their gross animal art then this rich art brat with a keen eye for truth in art can certainly at least hope for something real in her project. Materials: the body, the mind method: transcending reality. Hannah Ewens: Art being a “sacred human ritual” makes me believe that she thinks of her year-long sleep practice as an experiential art piece. It probably shouldn’t be so surprising then, that in the New York portrayed in the novel, this culminates in people dealing in art for reasons other than simple appreciation of this “sacred human ritual.” The comparison to Wall Street is very apt because the narrator is wrestling with the difference between intrinsic value and market value, and also emphasises the amoral nature of some of the art in Ducat, such as Ping Xi’s poor frozen dogs. Despite studying art history, she overlooked the fact that art has always been bought and sold, largely by people with significant disposable income. Leri Riglar (via email): Before starting work at Ducat, it seems that the narrator had an idealistic view of the art world. At the beginning of this chapter, the narrator talks about the art world, noting “I might as well have worked on Wall Street,” though art itself is a “sacred human ritual.” We know that she prizes art above basically everything else – what does the way she speaks about it here tell us?
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