In yesterday's la Repubblica, Opera Chic found a rather creepy two-page love letter to Anna Netrebko by South African novelist Andre Brink.
The 71-year-old novelist breathlessly confesses his throbbing crush on La Netrebko, his "7,000 miles pilgrimages" to Salzburg in order to maybe see her around, since he couldn't find tickets and was too cheap to buy them from the admittedly thuggish scalpers, his listening to her voice coming live from the Festspielhalle through cone-shaped yellow loudspeakers, and his triumph in 2006, when he managed to get tickets from a friend and finally saw Netrebko sing live (the production of the glorious Mozart/DaPonte opera was, of course, glumly embalmed by Nikolaus Harnoncourt, but Brink was clearly too horny to care about that, and Gawd bless him for it).
I'm sure Andy also wrote about the time when, after sneaking in Anna's Salzburg hotel room he totally stole three pairs of her panties and now he wears them as a bandanna whenever he listens to her cds, but the Repubblica editors wisely cut that part out.
PS He's clearly jealous of Rolando, because he gets to feel up Netrebko and Brink doesn't (frankly, OC is jealous too because she does have a girl crush on Netrebko and Anna will be part of a forthcoming pawst on "Sopranos I'd Go Gay For").
Maybe next time Andy!