“I really won’t say,” he said.
When I asked Nix about her membership in the group, she said, “I didn’t need their help, but I did need a job and the money’s good.”
“Are you still working for them?” I asked.
“I am and I’m not,” she said.
“Talking to me right now, is that working for them?”
“They’re not paying me for this, if that’s what you mean.”
“I’m wondering if the New Situationists condone you and Nick speaking to me,” I said.
“They aren’t in charge of who we talk to. I mean, they aren’t in charge of who I talk to, they aren’t in charge of who Nick talks to anymore. They aren’t like that anymore. We’re just kind of … keeping some projects going. We’re kind of a skeleton crew.”
“Did they tell you to say that? Nick used the same phrase, ‘skeleton crew.’ ”
“That doesn’t come from them, Nick and I talk all the time. He said it to me once, I think.”
“And you don’t know who any of them are?” I asked.
“No, and I don’t care. Like I said, the money’s good. And legal. I had my lawyer make sure. Basically the New Situationists don’t exist anymore. Berliner says everyone really fell apart after Kraus was arrested. Don’t believe him when he implies that they’re still some big thing. He just wants them to be. He can’t give anything up.”
Taking into account my interviews with Berliner and Kraus, and the hostile tone of the letter I received from David Wilson when he rejected my request for an interview, I believe the New Situationists are masters of smoke and mirrors, and not much else. A group of young people got together, wanted to change the world, and latched onto the pseudo-academic ramblings of another man who’d wanted to change the world and failed. People consider them important and powerful only because of the firm devotion of all members to keep quiet, despite the personal consequences Kraus suffered. They have the appeal of a secret society. Berliner, an isolated teenager, was particularly susceptible to the charms of hidden knowledge. They taught him to make screen prints and how to draw maps, and then put him to work creating new secret cartographies. But if someone from the New Situationists decided to talk, I think the New Situationists would turn out to be less powerful than most people think they are. The silence and secrecy makes them special, but there is nothing behind the curtain but a few angry children and a poorly planned terrorist event.
Berliner obviously still harbors a deep sentimental attachment to both Kraus and the New Situationists. He agreed to speak with me only if I promised to include the following quote he prepared:
“The death in the L bombing was accidental and not considered a ‘casualty necessary to the betterment of their cause,’ as Marie-Hélène Kraus’s prosecuting lawyer argued. The plan was to make a revolution without bloodshed. Marie-Hélène Kraus is a killer but she isn’t a murderer. She isn’t morally corrupt.”
Berliner visits Kraus weekly at the Dwight Correctional Center, a maximum security prison for female violent offenders about an hour and a half outside of Chicago. He drives to the jail every Saturday, bringing with him a carton of cigarettes, nail polish, the cashmere cardigans from Nordstrom that Kraus likes best, and any magazines or books she requested the previous week. He doesn’t use his car for any other purpose; he bought it just to see her. Even though he’s taken other lovers, Berliner still considers himself Kraus’s boyfriend. They plan to get married as soon as she makes parole. I believe one of the main reasons Berliner agreed to speak with me at all was to lobby on Kraus’s behalf.
In Davis’s parents’ lakeside home, Davis finished recounting Berliner’s early years. Taer asked if they could open a third bottle of wine. Davis told her to go ahead, and flicked a lighter over and over again, to light another cigarette. With the new bottle of wine open and poured, Taer pushed Davis to move ahead to the parts of the story with Molly Metropolis.
Davis snapped back at her, “There’s some important stuff that comes before that, but I can skip it if you’re going to be a such a bitch about it.”
“Sorry,” Taer responded. “I’m just anxious.”
“Whatever,” Davis said.
“Sorry,” Nix echoed. “Do you want some water or something?”
“I’m fine,” Davis said, “The next thing you need to know about Nick, is he has this apartment. He thought it up sometime after Kraus went to jail, but before he met Molly. It’s this weird, incredible place. He had it built after he went to juvie and got out, then Kraus went to jail. He said he was really solitary and sad all the time. I started calling it his ‘Blue Period,’ just as a joke. He didn’t like that at all.”
In the years following the New Situationists’ unraveling, Berliner designed an apartment for him and Kraus to share when she finished her long prison sentence.c The apartment was a fantasy from Kraus and Berliner’s sex life — the perfect erotic space; they designed it together as a kind of ongoing foreplay. Berliner drew his blueprints of this perfect apartment based on his memory of their conversations. He started saving money, but with his low-paying job he knew it would be a stretch to complete the project before Kraus was paroled. Then he met Molly Metropolis and she offered to build it for him.
In 2006, when Molly and Berliner met, Molly had dozens of projects in the conceptual stages mostly relating to her music career (her albums, her General Council, The Ghost Network — none of them had names yet) and she wanted Berliner, the only accessible former member of the New Situationists, to help her with her cartography projects. Berliner initially refused. The secrets of the New Situationists needed to stay secret, Berliner told her, but Molly already knew enough about the music industry to know that for the right reasons, almost everyone would open up. Molly found out (perhaps by visiting Kraus in prison) that Berliner was trying to build an apartment, and offered to fund the project in exchange for his secrets.
So, Berliner agreed to work with Molly Metropolis. A few weeks later, Kathy J. purchased a song Molly wrote (“Love Me Sweet,” an album cut on Kathy’s pop debut One of the Boys) and she used that money to buy a warehouse space in Old Town. A month later, Berliner began aggressive renovations.
Though Berliner’s design evoked the rooms and flow of an apartment, it was more like a Situationist drawing than a real living space. He didn’t include any hallways in the design, just a series of rooms that opened into other rooms, like a beehive. The front room, a narrow rectangle, had mirrors and a kitchen-like space. The middle area was a labyrinth of interconnected rooms. Some of them had no windows and only one door. You had to walk through the rooms in a particular order to make it to the huge back room, which was the bedroom and living area. Berliner also designed a bed built into the wall, twice the size of a king bed. The floors were dark wood; the walls were painted eggshell white. Berliner found the exact molding that Kraus had enjoyed as a child.
Molly made only one mark on Berliner’s apartment. On Berliner’s original blueprint, there were two rooms labeled bathroom. Molly changed the smaller room from a bathroom to a walk-in closet. During construction, Molly checked in with the progress frequently and attentively, to make sure the contractors were following the blueprints to the letter, but Molly never visited the apartment after it was completed. Perhaps she didn’t want to violate Berliner’s private space or perhaps she didn’t want to insert herself into his sex life.
The first time Davis visited the apartment, she thought construction had only recently been completed. The rooms still smelled like paint. In the strange front room, a silver refrigerator stood next to a seven-foot-tall mirror, which leaned precariously against a wall. Berliner had been there at least once — he had beer and water in the fridge — but the place felt unlived in. They drank a few beers sitting on the floor, against the wall across from the mirror. According to Davis, she kept looking at herself accidentally.