A short novel written in poetic and elliptical prose, rich in emotion, sometimes playful, sometimes tragic. Set in the opera world of Berlin just
'I stole out of Carlsbad at three in the morning, otherwise I hardly would have been allowed to leave.' These are the opening words of Goethe's 'Italian Journey', and it was this mysterious, pungent diary that would eventually result in the novel Scarabocchio. To jump into a coach in the depths of the night, to run away from the oppression of one's delightful and highly-placed friends, one's work, fame, fortune, obligations and plunge headlong into the great adventure, careering over the Alps, aiming for the bright golden heart of civilisation, the only baggage one's poetical discontent... Add to this the Goldberg Variations of J.S. Bach, a fascination with murderous Sicilian puppets, a runaway diva, Beethoven's other nephew (the one who also shot himself in the head but, unlike Carl, appears, at least partially, to have survived), a catalogue of child murders and possible murderers, a treatise on the beauty of imaginary architecture and the golden section and you begin to get some idea of Scarabocchio. A piece of dizzying metafiction, a whirlwind journey through Sicily with an iconic German poet, a Canadan Bach specialist, a runaway diva and many others...
'A graphic but surprisingly moving first novel about a young woman caught up in a sadmasochistic love affair.' - Kirkus
You can get a taste of the novel in all its erotic strangeness in this blog post.
Also published as POMIRI MI SRCE (Slovenia) translated by Tomaž Smerdu / Klagenfurt: Drava [Austria], 1991. ISBN 3854351860 (English: Give My Heart Ease)