Seven Demons by Aidan Truhen

Author:Aidan Truhen [Truhen, Aidan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Published: 2021-05-04T00:00:00+00:00

SIX

BANJO TELEMARK DOES A FEW INTERVIEWS with art papers. Mostly he has time on his hands. Banjo lets it be known he will walk the streets of Bern and travel the train network. He will touch the truth of the country he is visiting. Ambiguitionism—Banjo says—requires knowledge of an underlying truth that critically speaking does not exist but which in the everyday is all the real that there is. You can only know a nation by its roads and rails Banjo says. By eating in its roadside cafés and listening to the voices of post mistresses and bus drivers.

Banjo talks a lot of shit but that much is true.

While Banjo goes on his little spiritual journey between the cheese maturation huts—that is an actual thing—between the cheese maturation huts and the light industry all along the valley floors, I watch Hans Eiger.

I watch Hans Eiger for three days. It is very boring.

I watch him and think I should have shot him by now.

Pop.

Zing.

Splat.

But then what?

Then he’s just the guy who killed a Demon and got shot in the head. And that is fine.

But it’s pedestrian and he will still have won and that is not allowed.

Hans Eiger must be inundated. He must be drowned on his mountaintop in a sea of Demons.

People have to wince when they say his name.

They have to say: “Hans Eiger O SHIT that Hans Eiger O SHIT that guy is—WOW HAS ANYONE EVER BEEN MORE DEAD?”

They have to feel his death as a tenderness in their crime vaginas and crime testes and whatever else these people have.

Like what you feel when you see a guy hit himself in the eye with a hammer and you hear something go crack and just for a moment you feel that crack in your face and your nethers get that feeling of ice water like an electric shock of sympathy.

If someone has a name that is just a little bit similar—like to say like I don’t know like Franz Peyser—that should be enough. Franz Peyser should be out of a job in organized crime in Europe in the whole fucking world and no one should ever know exactly why but they just know in their fucking souls you can’t be near that guy or your eye will explode.

Like that.

So I don’t shoot him not that I would personally shoot him I’d find someone who knows how to use a long gun and

Pop.

Zing.

Splat.

But I do not do that instead I watch and I remember that I am very bad at waiting.

Hans Eiger goes to one menswear shop actually a tailor and he buys bespoke menswear. He takes meetings in hotel conference spaces. He has calls in the business suite. He knows people and people know him. He is a face.

Whatever man he is a dandy of some sort no doubt.

Evil Hansel’s mother lives in a duplex on the river she is legit and she is married to a guy from Gibraltar and she sees her father but it’s not like they’re close.

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