Whoaaaaaa – what the hell is this? I don’t know, and neither does Thomas Glavinic: “I have no idea what I did with this book”, he was quoted saying in an interview. And that's exactly what’s great about “Der Jonas-Komplex”: It is disturbing, enchanting, realistic, fantastical, disgusting, and moving – all at once. Intertwining three narrative strands, the book tells the stories of an excessive Austrian novelist (Glavinic?), an unhappy, lonely and abused kid (Glavinic?), and Jonas who travels to the South Pole with his girlfriend (who is this guy? Jonas seems to reappear in almost all of Glavinic’s books). Along the way, there are tons of sex, drugs, love, and death, and minor characters include a particularly shady lawyer, a bipolar guy named Baby and the grossest prostitute/swinger you ever heard of (believe me, this is no exaggeration).
According to Wikipedia, “the Jonah complex is the fear of success which prevents self-actualization, or the realization of one's potential.” Now that’s a trap that Glavinic certainly didn’t fall into, as he tried to do it all at once with this book. I like that he aimed for that kind of scope, and it makes for daring literature.