A provocative and thoroughly feminist “cult classic� (The New Yorker) about a smart, sensitive, yet deeply troubled young woman fighting to live on her own terms.
I am glad I have the radiance. This time I am wiser. No one will know� The radiance drifts blue circles around my head. If I wanted to I could float up and through them. I am weightless. My brain is cool like rippling waves. Conflict does not exist. For a moment I cannot see—the lights are large orange flowers.
Ellen has two lives. A single artist living alone on New York’s Upper West Side in the 1970s, she periodically descends into episodes she describes as “radiances.� While under the influence of the radiance, she becomes Princess Esmeralda, and West 72nd Street the kingdom over which she rules. Life as Esmeralda is a colorful, glorious, liberating experience for Ellen, and despite the chaos and stigma these episodes can bring, she relishes the respite from the confines of the everyday. And yet those around her, particularly the men in her life, are threatened by her incarnation as Esmeralda and the freedom it gives her.
In what would turn to be her final published work, originally released in 1979, Elaine Kraf tackles a dark and disturbing subject in an utterly original, witty, and inventive manner. Provocative at the time of its publication and thoroughly iconoclastic, The Princess of 72nd Street is a remarkable portrait of an unforgettable woman.
okay this is not a perfect book, in that there is a lot of exposition, and eventually I craved less of that, and more scenes of subject-verb-object...but on the other hand the exposition was raucously joyous and forever-unexpected, and this book is so full of life and wonder that I enjoyed every page and it easily vaulted over my personal 5-star bar. It's one of those books that you get to the end and say, "wow, I have never read anything like this book before," and books like that are to be cherished and championed every chance we get.
Another sparkling little novel plucked from 1970s small-press obscurity into latter-day small-press obscurity. The paradox with Dalkey reprints is that the books no one has ever heard of remain books no one has ever heard of . . . the difference being Dalkey keep them in print in the hope one day, some unshaven Scottish misanthrope might read them and plead for a wider readership for them on ŷ. Has that been successful so far? Of the 110+ Dalkey books I’ve read, how many have gone viral on GR, passing from user to user with shrieks of admiration and clucks of wonderment? Um, none. Although my GR friends have read writers like Sorrentino, Queneau and Dowell and so on entirely of their own initiative, so who needs the middle-man? This short (and small-fonted) novel is a melancholy trip inside the claustrophic mind of an artist having a nervous breakdown or suffering from long-term manic-depression with hallucinatory spells. She retreats into her mind, creates an alter ego Esmeralda and turns her breakdowns or episodes into “radiances� where she imagines herself as the “Princess� of her neighbourhood. This destructive behaviour sends her into the arms of various self-obsessed male suitors, oblivious to her mental problems who use her for their own artistic, neurotic purposes. Since her suitors can’t see beyond themselves to the Princess’s pain, she remains trapped in her condition until a final, tragic episode binds them to her forever. A lyrical, funny novel, highly original with a scorching feminist undertone. Tell your friends.
Stop. Stop what you're doing. Go and get this book. The best since Jean Rhys, which means she's virtually unknown and that's a crime. When your Oprah Book Club feminine agonistes were memoiring their way through the Iowa Writers Workshop, Elaine Kraf was writing the real thing. Cast Jane Smiley into a lake of fire. Read this. 118 goddamn pages that seem like an eternity, and not in some mundane sense. A high and beautiful wave of psychosis crests over 118 pages, and we are left in the shallows. The protagonist - never a false step. Never an untrue assertion by Kraf. Please read this and know, in Flann O'Brien's words, "what it *feels* like...to be inadequate, afraid."
Oh wow I’m so glad this is being rereleased as I have never heard of Elaine Kraf and she deserves all the accolades that this cult classic evokes.
There are so many things to say about this book but I think more importantly, there are so many questions. And not in the way of trying to figure out any plot holes (there are none), but in a way that elicits conversation. This is a book you read within a book club or buddy read so you can talk about it with a myriad of people.
The stylistic choices in this book are everything and essential to the books inherent purpose. It is written completely in “train of thought� and wouldn’t be as well done without it, but may be hard to digest for certain readers. It is short though and that helps to getting through it quickly even if it is difficult for some people to stay with.
The train of thought writing and having to try to decipher what was actually happening the entire time, lended a lot to the story. It was disconcerting, discombobulating, and entirely intentional to put you directly into Ellen/Esmereldas point of view. It was difficult to watch the ways in which our society took advantage of her and painful to see her realizations once her Radiance was gone. I went through so many emotions from confused to frustrated and righteously pissed to questioning the choices that were being made and then feeling bad I was having certain reactions. This is a wild ride to say the least and I wish it was part of schools curriculums. It gives us so much to discuss when it comes to how our society treats women and people with mental health issues and how the culmination of all these factors leads to the breakdown of our society and humanity.
This novel is a wild fever dream. A painting more than a story. I found myself thinking of Dory Previn's songs.
Did I like it?
It's not a simple yes or no. I admired it. The writing is superb. The first part is the first-person raving of a woman who's been diagnosed with manic depression, and she has what she calls "radiances"—times when men come in and go, she picks up people, she is sometimes "incarcerated" in hospitals.
And then the last chapter felt almost like what one comes to after years of therapy when one finally drops all the mess and there's a big feeling of "what now?" and "can I do this?"
So the book felt to me more like some kind of exercise for working out craziness. I admire it, but did I like it? I'm not sure.
Originally published by New Directions in 1979, The Princess of 72nd St was just recently rereleased by The Modern Library this month. I’m surprised this book has evaded my knowledge until now. Women in the 70s writing about cities, especially New York City, has become quite a topic of interest of mine. Eve Babitz, Joan Didion, Katy Acker, they all have their unique takes and I’m happy to add Elaine Kraf to that list of names.
The Princess of 72nd Street is the story of Ellen, a woman who lives in New York and frequents her beloved 72nd Street. She has a list of lovers who we get to meet and understand deeply throughout this relatively short novella. Around 130 pages, this story may be short but it offers quite a lot. This book is written in a stream of consciousness and offers Ellen’s thoughts on just about everything, from love, to life, mental stability, and her perceptions of the world around her. She is a “mad� woman living in a mad world.
Reading this book I drew comparisons to Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar and the stylistic nature of Eve Babitz. As a fan of both I really loved this book but beyond just these two comparisons this is something wholly unique to those or anything else I’ve read from Kraf’s contemporaries. As the story progresses you see the double life Ellen lives where she is of the tangible streets of 70s New York one moment and of a world of fantasy the next; truly taking up the role of Princess of 72nd Street. These surreal passages are a joy to read and juxtaposing them with this more realist world is such a unique space to occupy while reading this book.
Like a no filler 30 minute album, this book offers no real down time and once I finished it I wished I could start it over. I can definitely see myself revisiting this book but it really has been a long time since I’ve had that feeling of immediately wanting to pick a book back up.
With this new rerelease I can definitely see this book connecting with modern readers in a similar way that Babitz and Didion have, as Kraf really shares a similar polarizing yet exciting take on relationships and city life. There look to be plans to rerelease Kraf’s 1969 novel I Am Clarence in 2025, and I for one am now eagerly awaiting a chance to read more from this new favorite author.
The Princess of 72nd Street feels like the artistic sister of The Bell Jar, delivering a powerful, surreal exploration of mental health through the eyes of a compelling and deeply complex protagonist. The story centers around a woman battling profound mental health struggles, depicted through seven intense manic episodes she poetically calls her "radiance." As we journey alongside her, these episodes unravel her life, memory by memory, blurring the line between brilliance and anguish.
Even though I'm not personally interested in dating men, this book resonated so deeply with me that it made me want to break up with every man I know. It's a raw, relentless fever dream highlighting women's autonomy over their bodies, emotions, and identities. The narrative sharply critiques how society views and misunderstands mental health—especially in women. The narrative plunges you into an almost hypnotic state, confronting you with unfiltered truths about the stigma and isolation surrounding mental illness.
Profound, haunting, and unapologetic, The Princess of 72nd Street is a vital story for anyone who has ever felt dismissed or misunderstood in their mental health journey.
This book is proof that sad girl lit has actually been thriving for years. Elaine Kraf is a pioneer—a founding mother, trailblazing lack of direction & settling the terminally sad. <3
The Princess of 72nd Street is delightfully bizarre & discombobulating—sometimes silly, sometimes serious, & ultimately ahead of its time. Kraf invites us into a magical world where mental illness is a radiant glow, the UWS is a kingdom, & girls just wanna have fun (that's all they really want, right..?).
I adored both Kraf's initial humor & delusion, as well as the poignant realizations that followed, particularly about how society primes men to take from women at even the slightest invitation. (Ugh!)
Definitely not for everyone but definitely for me!
If I were to delusionally crown myself as anything, it would probably be the princess of my college library—which, admittedly, is a bit lame compared to being the UWS Princess of 72nd St. Still, I do understand how tough it can be to let go of a self-proclaimed kingdom & move along. Hehe, I’m just a girl.
i wanted it to go on forever. i will say i'm about to recommend this incessantly to everyone i've ever known
�"My vision was peculiar in the way El Greco’s vision is said to have been. [...] I was never the type who could paint a tablecloth white with a gray shadow or use two or three colors for a tangerine. That was my major problem. Melita had an opposite defect. She stuck to one thing and to one or two colors. I envied Melita. Her view of the universe was simple. What to do if in fact the white tablecloth had as many colors as the tangerine and on top of that the teapot was no color at all—just a mass of reflections? It all tended to drive me crazy."
Best depiction I have ever read of how it feels to interact with 99.9% of men at all times it’s kind of crazy. Rly rly good probably actually a 5 star once I re-read and am less fuzzy in the head
What a great reading experience. A beautiful though harrowing look at depression and sadness this is just an incredible little read (in length only). Try and find this if you can. You’ll finish it in a night and can pass onto a friend. And pass it on, and pass it on�
An incredibly timeless book that might be of great use to us all. Highly recommended!
Highly original and unlike anything I’ve ever read. Elaine Kraf tackles mental illness and sexuality in surprising ways while painting a vivid picture of the Upper West Side in the 1970s, making this read worth the wild journey
I saw this described as Sylvia Plath on LSD on Pinterest and it delivered in just that. I am absolutely IN LOVE with this book and Ellen. It exceeded every expectation. It is alive in itself. It is enchanting while also being debilitating disheartening. I felt every emotion reading this. Ellen’s glittering persona of Princess Esmeralda during the unraveling of her mind and decent into psychosis was relatable in a way that I have never encountered and her ending touched me in a way I can not express but made me choke back tears.
i relate so heavily to this queen because i also am insane and oscillate between extreme god complex and extreme paranoia. so many lines and passages in this book i saved. i thought it was so funny at the beginning then she lost me a little in the middle but then it was so profoundly beautiful and vulnerable at the end she won me over again. to want so desperately to be normal while also resenting and rejecting the notion and knowing somewhere deep down you're not meant to be.
I don't want you here, I don't want you coming so close to me, there are no painted flowers on my breasts, there are no drugged spiders on my thighs to hide me, where are my veils, I feel too naked, where are my gowns, my crown, where is my prince
this exact thing happened to me too kind of. i love "crazy girl literature" in all its forms, even as these stories are being increasingly dumbed down in the name of popularity, but this stands out in the crowd. bipolar disorder as a condition aside, depression is a pretty easy thing to capture. you may not always capture it well, but it's easy to get your hands around. mania, however, is not. this is the most honest and accurate depiction that i have ever read of mania because despite the outlandish and fantastical and confusing moments and thoughts that occur, what makes it so truthful to mania as a state of mind is the absolutism that accompanies it. when you are manic, you are this certain. you are this confident. you are this unfettered. you are this untouchable. when you are this manic, you do feel tapped into a higher power or believe you exist on a different plane. you are sure. and when the crash comes, even if you knew it would, you still look back on that experience of insanity and feel certain again that you knew something real and lost something important, too.
there is a lot to say about how this book deals with heterosexual relations and sexual abuse of women and trauma and how it handles them deftly and i found it very well done, but in my reader experience alone, there was nothing i appreciated more than this exceedingly candid portrayal of what it feels like when mania throws you up so high into the sky that you forget there's a bottom to hit until you hit it � and start reaching back up again.
and not only that, but it was effortlessly cool as fuck.
3.5 but I rounded down bc I make the rules. Very slow read for me because I hated all the male characters (obviously). As much as the writing was so beautiful and lovely I just was so pulled down by these horrific men Princess Esmeralda deals with! Many scenes caused me to feel sick to my stomach unfortunately :(
Published in the late 70s this cult classic by artist and author Elaine Kraf is a vivid fever dream speaking to mental illness and women, the dazzle of mania and the juxtaposition of reality and perception.
Written in a stream of consciousness this book is dizzying but something holds you in its place you are at the epicentre and the story is circling all around you transforming with each rotation. Kraf has done something beautiful here it has moments of hilarity, heartbreak, it’s beguiling and cruel all in the same turn.
Being in the characters psyche highlights so many crucial social issues related to mental health and women and how we have treated and continue to treat a nuanced arm of medicine. I can see why this is a classic in its own right I see comparisons to Plath and Babitz and that makes sense to me but Kraf was also a painter/visual artist and it gleams through her writing with its vivid and trance like execution.
The Princess of 72nd Street is a book which follows a woman with two sides to herself: Ellen, the classical-music-listening, self-assured, serial monogamist with an art degree; and Princess Esmeralda, her ‘radiant� and royal alter ego, seemingly only seeing the light of day during manic episodes which leave our narrator in a state of vulnerable ecstasy.
We take a psychedelic jaunt through the Princess� New York neighbourhood, encountering a relentless throng of dangerous, entitled, and selfish men, many of whom take advantage of Ellen/Esmeralda. Whilst the tale may initially seem goofy and jocular, the highs of our journey sink into deep puts of despair. Realism sets in as we begin to relate to Ellen’s experiences, recognising these men from our everyday lives.
“Who will I be when the pain is gone?�
Whimsical, dream-like sequences and stream of consciousness descriptions of hallucinations are tainted and brutalised by harsh reality. I came away from this read feeling seen, shocked, and satisfied. Never before have I read something which such a clear voice that also spoke to me personally and put my own feelings into words.
A very interesting, relatively quick read! Thank you so much to NetGalley for the ARC of the re-relea
“I am afraid somehow,� I say, not understanding it.
What you, Alan, don't understand is that in the radiance I am the center of the universe. Around me everything flows the way I wish. I can change old men into kings, pain into golden pleasure, burnt grass into soft velvet, myself into a bird or a flower. Everything spins around and around—so many colors and sensations. Perhaps it is better than being loved. I am afraid of ordinary days, Alan.
Wow, I was entranced from start to finish. Some parts I lost focus while reading but for the most part it was such a raw book unlike anything I’ve ever read.