The best ever selling novel from the former Yugoslavia, this is a hilarious, anarchic, irreverent black comedy about national aspirations and wanting things you can't have
Egon is an amoral but charismatic writer, living on the breadline in a grim, unnamed communist factory town in Slovenia prior to the break-up of the former Yugoslavia. With little evidence of his real literary ambitions, he makes ends meet by writing trashy romances under a pseudonym. When not searching out sex with as many women as possible, or slagging off the literary establishment, Egon is full of schemes to feed his pathological need for the ruinously expensive aftershave, Cartier pour L'Homme. Around him Egon has gathered a motley crew of friends and acquaintances, each of whom also has an equally obsessive, unattainable ambition. Poet is desperate to have his verse published in a leather bound volume, Ibro is in love with a factory girl to whom he cannot utter a single word, while Selim is convinced he'll marry Nastassja Kinski. As Egon's attempts to secure more perfume become ever more degenerate, his grip on his own identity loosens. The consequences are messy, grim, and hilarious, and allude to a nation undergoing radical change. Crumbs is not only a ribald, dirty realist satire, but also a fascinating and utterly unique commentary on the pathology of self-determination.