SCARABOCCHIO by Grace Andreacchi
'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 first set my mind working along the lines 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.
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