Albert Cossery - A Splendid Conspiracy

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Summoned home to Egypt after a long European debauch (disguised as “study”), our hero Teymour — in the opening line of
—is feeling “as unlucky as a flea on a bald man’s head.” Poor Teymour sits forlorn in a provincial café, a far cry from his beloved Paris. Two old friends, however, rescue him. They applaud his phony diploma as perfect in “a world where everything is false” and they draw him into their hedonistic rounds as gentlemen of leisure. Life, they explain, “while essentially pointless is extremely interesting.”  The small city may seem tedious, but there are women to seduce, powerful men to tease, and also strange events: rich notables are disappearing.
Eyeing the machinations of our three pleasure seekers and nervous about the missing rich men, the authorities soon see — in complex schemes to bed young girls — signs of political conspiracies. The three young men, although mistaken for terrorists, enjoy freedom, wit, and romance. After all, though “not every man is capable of appreciating what is around him,” the conspirators in pleasure certainly do.

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“Ah! Here you are at last!” she said with childlike joy.

“Were you looking for me?” asked Teymour, somewhat dumbfounded by this encounter.

“I’ve been looking for you for days,” answered the girl; her tone was reproachful and she had suddenly stopped smiling. “So, you haven’t left?”

“No, I haven’t left,” said Teymour. “What made you think I was going to leave?”

“You seemed so sorry to be here that my heart took pity on you.”

“Was it that obvious?”

“As obvious as a train wreck,” she said, laughing at the extravagant image that Teymour’s misery as he sat on the café terrace had brought to mind. “I could tell that you despised this city and you were thinking of leaving it. So I smiled to encourage you to stay. It wasn’t much, but it was all I could do.”

“Believe me, it was a lot. Perhaps I only stayed because of that smile.”

She looked at him in astonishment and joy.

“How wonderful!” she cried. “I’m so happy!”

Suddenly she let herself go, placed a foot on the ground and clapped her hands to show her pleasure; then she leaned forward and rested her elbows on the handlebars, as if she wanted to make herself comfortable to continue the conversation.

“My name is Felfel,” she said. “My father is dead and I live with my mother and brother.”

“And my name is Teymour. I was abroad for six years. I only came back three weeks ago.”

“What were you doing over there?”

“I was studying. I have a diploma in chemical engineering.”

She seemed not to understand what a diploma in chemical engineering was; she remained hesitant for a moment, looking at him with a kind of frightened respect, her eyelids darkened with eye shadow.

“This diploma, is it some of kind of talisman you wear to protect yourself?”

“Yes, something like that,” said Teymour, smiling at such naïveté. “But I’m not wearing it.”

“Well you should be. Everyone here has an evil eye, I’m warning you.”

“Don’t worry. It protects me even if I leave it at home.”

She had a doubtful expression about the power of a talisman consigned to the bottom of a drawer in a faraway house and, as if to dispel her anxiety, she rang her bicycle bell several times. The strident sound echoed in the alley like a call to riot, but no one moved and the shutters above their heads remained closed.

“Was it beautiful where you come from?”

“Yes, very beautiful,” said Teymour.

The girl sighed, seeming to feel sorry for herself.

“Oh, how I too would like to leave.”

“Why? Aren’t you happy in this town?”

She made a face that signified all the disgust and horror the city inspired in her.

“There is no one here to appreciate my work. They’re nothing but a pack of peasants.”

“The other day you seemed to have had a lot of success.”

“Success with the rabble! What good is that? All those men are only interested in the charm of my young body, not in what I do. They think I’m not conscious of their lecherous leering. But I know what they want.”

She laughed, shaking her head, as if none of that had any importance. Then, all of a sudden, she seemed to remember something and hit her forehead with her hand:

“I’m such a fool!”

She rummaged feverishly through a small canvas bag attached to the handlebars, pulled out a slightly wilted red rose, and handed it to Teymour saying:

“Here, this is for you.”

Teymour took the rose, gently inhaled its scent, then said:

“It smells good. It’s very kind of you to offer it to me.”

“Poor thing, it’s not very pretty any more. I’ve been saving it for you for a long time.”

She looked at him for an instant, eyes laughing, as if she were happy about the emotion she was arousing in the young man’s heart.

“I don’t now how to express my gratitude,” said Teymour. “May I kiss you?”

“Yes, on the forehead.”

Teymour leaned in and brushed his lips on her forehead.

Felfel had lowered her eyes; she raised them toward Teymour but this time she was no longer smiling. Her gaze was serious, as if Teymour’s kiss had just sealed a pact between them.

“We understand each other, don’t we?”

“I have never in my life been so close to understanding,” answered Teymour with a quiver in his voice.

“I have to go now,” said the girl.

“Will we see each other again?” asked Teymour.

“Of course. I ride around the city several times each day! Bye!”

She hopped nimbly back on the seat, turned the pedals, and with lightning speed raced off toward the end of the alleyway.

Teymour continued walking; he still held the rose in his hand and breathed in its scent from time to time as if he wanted to recover, in the perfume of the faded flower, a trace of his emotions from meeting the girl.

As soon as he had seen the little saltimbanque perched on her bicycle making a beeline for Teymour and blocking his path, Rezk had hidden in a doorway and from there observed the entire scene with utter amazement. The sudden revelation of a relationship between Felfel, his young sister, and the dashing and distinguished engineer who had recently returned from abroad was an extremely anomalous event worthy of all his curiosity. The brazen nonchalance with which Felfel had approached the young man, and the equivocal appearance of their conversation, proved that there was, between these two beings so far apart in social status, an understanding and an intimacy that were, to say the least, bizarre. Was the chief of police right in thinking that the young man with the diploma had only returned to his home town to sow the seeds of revolutionary spirit among the people? For a moment, Rezk was tempted to believe it. But instantly this idea appeared ludicrous to him and he was ashamed of being so foolish. In any case, young Felfel could not feel wronged by an oppressive regime; illiterate like all her peers, she was not even aware that there was a government. On the other hand, she undeniably possessed nascent charms — which her saltimbanque’s clothes showed in great detail — capable of igniting the concupiscence of a man of refined tastes lost in this town’s putrefaction. And yet, strangely, the passionate nature of the affair between his sister and Teymour did not offend him at all; on the contrary, it thrilled him and brought to life an unforeseen hope: that of becoming close to Teymour and of being able to love him like a brother.

: V:

the phonograph was playing a dance tune.

That evening, Salma felt strangely indifferent to the mood of the clandestine orgy pervading her living room. Wearing a green silk dress, her throat and arms laden with jewelry, her face glum beneath her makeup, she sat

on the edge of the sofa staring at the couples swaying in front of her who were holding one another in voluptuous embraces disguised as dance moves. The music frustrated her and filled her with a kind of painful nostalgia for a bygone era. Mostly she was annoyed by the hysterical laughter and childish behavior of the two girls Imtaz had brought with him and who, with immoderate intensity in their frail innocence, were rushing headlong into debauchery. As usual, they were middle-school girls who had been recruited as they were leaving their school grounds, and who had been so captivated by Imtaz’s fame and glory that they had forgotten any and all self-restraint. Following the former idol’s insidious advice, they had slipped out of their parents’ homes in the hope of spending a night in amusements totally inappropriate to their age — a night that, in their imaginations, they anticipated as rich in depravity of all kinds. More than anything they were afraid of not being able to rise to the occasion, and in their minds kept stretching the boundaries of indecency acceptable in such circumstances. After a few drinks they had become completely shameless. Salma, though she did not admit it to herself, resented them with the hatred of the bitter female: almost twenty-three, she already considered herself an old maid. All the men who came to her home to amuse themselves held her in the kind of polite regard normally reserved for a madam in a brothel.

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