This was the first novel I've read by Joanna Scott, not to be confused with the other two Joanna Scotts. I think I first heard of Scott when I was reading an interview with an author that I liked (can't remember who...Wallace? DeLillo?) and they mentioned her name as a contemporary author they admired, so I went and looked her up. To give brief synopsis, it is a novel based on the life of Expressionist Austrian painter Egon Schiele, whose art was 'controversial' and often deemed 'pornographic'. But it is a fascinating and ultimately sympathetic look into the life/mind of a classic 'tortured soul', narrated from several view points and a scattered timeline. The only thing that prevented me from giving this book four stars is the fact that it set in the early 1900's, from his birth in 1890 to his death in 1918. I have a hard time placing myself emotionally in anything written before 1950, which is a fault of my own and not of Miss Scott, or any author that chooses pre-1950. It is just my preference, hence my inclination towards DeLillo, Wallace, Eggers, etc. So maybe I should give this book four-stars because really why should that have any sway over the rating? It just made me feel disconnected at times. I look forward to reading another book by Scott and enjoying her language which is down right musical at points. The last ten pages are beautifully written and very satisfying.
On another note, Shiele's art is interesting and worth exploring, even though he was, yes, arrogant, and like all tortured artists, a little bit crazy.