TRUTH IS STRANGER THAN FICTION...
"Truth is stranger than fiction. We drive through there everyday..."
из показаний Иссей Сагава
, в прошлом студента филологии Sorbonne Университета, сегодня известного ресторанного критика, а также художника, писателя и актёра. Вот здесь фрагмент видео интервью
с ним, в котором он рассказывает о своих интимных отношениях с университетской подругой Рении Хартвельт. С ней Сагава познакомился на лекции. Рении читала доклад по Дада в литературе и Иссей «was unable to take [his] eyes off her».
She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Tall, blonde, with pure white skin, she astonishes me with her grace. I invite her to my home for a Japanese dinner. She accepts the invitation. After the meal I ask her to read my favorite German Expressionist poem. As she reads I can't keep my eyes off her.
I arrange for her to read the poem for me once more. I tell her I want to record the poem on tape. She smiles. Her yellow sleeveless top shows off her beautiful white arms. I can smell her body.
I turn on the recorder. She starts to read. She speaks in perfect German. I reach for the rifle hidden beside the chest of drawers. I stand slowly and aim the riffle at the back of her head. I cannot stop myself.
There is a loud sound and her body falls from the chair onto the floor. It is like she is watching me. I see her cheeks, her eyes, her nose and mouth, the blood pouring from her head. I try to talk to her, but she no longer answers. It is very quiet here. There is only the silence of death.
I start to take off her clothes. It is hard to take the clothes off a dead body. Finally it is done. Her beautiful white body is before me. I've waited so long for this day and now it is here.
I take a photograph of her white corpse with its deep wounds. I have sex with her body. When I hug her she lets out a breath. I'm frightened, she seems alive. I kiss her and tell her I love her. Then I drag her body to the bathroom.
Then I turn on the tape of her reading the German poem and eat. There is not enough taste. I use some salt and some mustard and it is delicious... Finally she is in my stomach. Finally she is mine. It is the best dinner I've ever had... I am using her underwear as a napkin. They still smell of her body.
Afterwards I sleep with her.
Next morning she is still here. She doesn't smell bad.
Finally, I cut off her private parts. When I touch the pubic hair it has a very bad smell. I bite her clit, but it won't come off, it just stretches. So I throw it in the frying pan and pop it in my mouth. I chew very carefully and swallow it. It is so sweet.
I turn the body over and open her buttocks, revealing her anus. I scoop it out with my knife and try to put it in my mouth. It smells too much. I put it in the frying pan and throw it in my mouth. It still smells. I spit it out.
It's been twenty-four hours now. Some huge flies hover and buzz in the bathroom. I try to chase them away, but they come back. They swarm on her face. They seem to tell me that I've lost her forever. It is no longer her. Where is she? She's gone far away.
I use a hatchet. I strike several times. It's hard work. I strike her thigh. Her body jumps up. If she could feel, it would have hurt.
Then I cut off her arms. It is even harder than the thigh. I use the electric knife again. It makes a shrill sound, like the sound of her shrill voice. It works this time. Her hand still wears a ring and a bracelet. When I see her long fingers I am driven by another impulse. I use her hand to masturbate. Her long fingers excite me.
She has a small nose and a sweet lower lip. When she was alive I wanted to bite them. It's so easy to bite off her nose. As I chew the cartilage I can hear the noise. I use a knife to cut off more of the cartilage and put it in my mouth. It really doesn't taste very good. I scoop out her lower lip with my knife and put it in my mouth. It has hard skin. I decide to eat it later when I can fry it. So I put it in the refrigerator.
When I'm finished I try to bite her finger. I can't. I'm disappointed.
I want her tongue. I can't open her lower jaw, but I can reach in between her teeth. Finally it comes out. I cut it off and put it in my mouth. It's hard to chew. I see my face in the mirror. Her tongue entwines with my tongue. I try to close my mouth, but her tongue slips out. Finally, I cut the skin off the tongue and taste the meat.
I try to eat her eyes. It's hard for me to stab into them, though it is the easiest part of her face. I can see tears coming from them. It frightens me. Her eyes are all that is left of her face. It is nearly a skull.
Then I stab into the stomach. The internal organs appear. I find a gray bag at the end of the tubes. It must be the bladder. There is a strong smell as soon as I pick it up. I thrust my hand into her body cavity. There is another bag. It must be her womb. If she had lived she would have had a baby in this womb. The thought depresses me for a moment.
She still wears her necklace. I try to use the electric knife, but it doesn't work very well. It just makes its shrill sound. With the head gone her body is now only flesh. I put the head in a plastic bag. I am finished. It is midnight. I call a taxi.
I am back home. I turn the TV and open the refrigerator. I put the dishes on the glass table. I recognize each piece of meat. This is a part of her hip and this is a part of her thigh. I fry them on the stove. I set the table. There is mustard, salt, pepper and sauce. I put her underwear beside the dish. I sniff it and look at a nude woman in a magazine. I try to remember which part of her is in my mouth, but it is difficult to connect the meat with a body. It just seems like a piece of meat.
| История 2
"Спальня"/"The Bedroom" (1992г.)
Режиссёр: Хисаясу Сато
В ролях: Иссей Сагава ...
Жанр: Авангард, эротика.
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