Enter the Raccoon documents a love affair between a woman and a raccoon. They are a couple that loves without preconceptions, whose being together eschews all limits until their beliefs in the self are put to the test. Their story unfolds each time one surrenders to the other in a sometimes melancholic and cruel, other times joyful, even ecstatic embrace.
It is a human-sized raccoon that greets you as you plunge into the subconscious wiring of Beatriz Hausner, accessed through this prosthetic book machine, this “mechanical extremity” that bids you to Enter the Raccoon. This is a book you will wish you could dream. Its cumulative prose lines extend through the essay, the anecdote, the fable, into the realm of fancy, fantasy, and fornicating (transpecies) wish fulfillment. It arrives at poetry and dives through that soft mirror to reveal the ancient machine working the illusion in the kingdom of happiness. This is the machine that knows you, and whispers things to you about your magic body that you can only imagine. It speaks of love as a thing made at the origin of language only to explode in radiant embrace. – Gregory Bettsclose this panel