Within a year of moving to Slovenia, I heard this wild tale about a populist politician who drove around in a Bugatti he built himself, sold books he wrote, and spoke to large crowds with a monkey on his shoulder, and that he was assassinated before the first national election in 1992. His name was Ivan Kramberger, a gasterbeiter made good, having gone to Germany and made a fortune with a patent involving dialysis machines. So upon independence he returned. Great stories abound, but it was the monkey that sealed it. I found an old notebook not long ago with the title Demagogue with Monkey. That was how I first conceived the novel. But I didn’t start until some years later, maybe 2008. I remember I had a couple chapters written when I went one spring night to the balcony and I thought of something for the book and started laughing. I dashed into the next room, where my computer was and typed a quick chapter. That was to be the process for the first half of the book, about a month’s worth, before travel interrupted the process. It was the first novel I wrote directly on computer.
The book a turned into a dark comedy of Balkan, mostly, assassination. A journalist for a sleazy magazine is sent to Europe to write about the assassinations in Minsk. His specialty is assassinations, so he naturally has connections in Beograd and Sofia. He takes the opportunity to stop and visit old pals and informants, even to finally see Sarajevo, the world capitol of assassination, though by the numbers it would be Sofia or Beograd, or by now Moscow or Minsk. But he doesn’t want to go to Minsk. So when an informant in Beograd happens to mention Kramberger’s assassination, he is thrilled–Slovenia has one! He will go to Slovenia (this leads to trouble with his editor who at one point threatens that if this shit keeps up he’ll find himself working for the New York Times!).
The book is told in first, second, and third person, for the narrators are continually getting picked off. But the book does finish, apelike, as it should
The book has been published in Slovene, but has not been available to Englisih readers who did not ask to see the manuscript. That ends now. I will post the book in order, a few chapters here and there. Maybe two or three people will be interested.
Kramberger was born in Negova, Slovenia, and killed by ‘a drunken hunter’ in Jurovski dol, a small village:
Here is the road to Jurovski dol, in an image that is similar to what I see at the Slovene end of the book:
In How to Read a Book, Mortimer Adler stressed the importance of reviewing the table of contents and letting the mind ask questions, become curious, all for the sake of better comprehension and retention. So I will begin thusly:
Kramberger with Monkey
By Rick Harsch
- Monkey Business
- The Third Man
- Literature and Conspiracy in Slovenia
- Todd’s Posthumous Cigar
- Trotsky is Notsky
- The Second Man
- Here We are Alone Again…it’s all so Sad, so Slow…
- Omniscient Disclaimer
- Man Meets Monkey
- The Travels of Mandrake
- The First Man, So to Speak
- Skip Obscure
- Mack Beltch
- Al Zawahiri Doesn’t Eat Here Anymore
- Some Really Secret Monkey Business
- Slovenia’s Got One!
- The Consequences of Passing up Minsk
- Yushchenko’s Face
- Birdy Num Num
- A Math Title
- Anonymous Note: Does This Answer Your Question, Todd?
- Chimp Attack Kills Cabbie and Injures Tourists
- No, Fuck You
- We’re Going to Go with Bugatti
- Fullmer Files Fluff
- When is Fidel Going to Move out and Get an Apartment of his Own?
- Was Constantine a Serb?
- Sokollu, Sokollee, Sokollahahahahahaaaaaaaa
- A Bone for Numerologists
- Smaller Coffins
- A Fracas
- Green Dragons and Fox Hunts
- Did Kramberger Kramp your Style?
- Nobody Likes a Master Stylist
- He Never Writes, He Never Calls
- Wow! What a Fucking Assassination
- The Smoking Cigar
- Gone Apeshit
- Somewhere Valvasorry
- Captive Learners
- Indaba: Simian Song
- Fuck the Polish Swimmer
- Bidding is, After All, Bidding
- Life Goes On