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A mixture of science fiction and folktale, past and future, primitive and present-day . . . Thunderous and touching.
--Financial Times
After drinking an elixir that bestows immortality upon him, a young Indian named Flapping Eagle spends the next seven hundred years sailing the seas with the blessing--and ultimately the burden--of living forever. Eventually, weary of the sameness of life, he journeys to the mountainous Calf Island to regain his mortality. There he meets other immortals obsessed with their own stasis and sets out to scale the islands peak, from which the mysterious and corrosive Grimus Effect emits. Through a series of thrilling quests and encounters, Flapping Eagle comes face-to-face with the islands creator and unwinds the mysteries of his own humanity. Salman Rushdies celebrated debut novel remains as powerful and as haunting as when it was first published more than thirty years ago.
A book to be read twice . . . [Grimus] is...

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2006 Random House Trade Paperback Edition Copyright 1975 by Salman Rushdie All - photo 1
2006 Random House Trade Paperback Edition Copyright 1975 by Salman Rushdie All - photo 2

2006 Random House Trade Paperback Edition

Copyright 1975 by Salman Rushdie

All rights reserved.

Published in the United States by Random House Trade Paperbacks, an imprint of The Random House Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc., New York.

R ANDOM H OUSE T RADE P APERBACKS and colophon are trademarks of Random House, Inc.

This work was originally published in 1975 in the United Kingdom by Victor Gollanez Ltd. and in 1979 in the United States by Overlook Press, Woodstock, N.Y. This edition published by arrangement with the author.

The author would like to thank Messrs. Faber & Faber for permission to quote from The Four Quartets, T. S. Eliot: Collected Poems 19091962, and from Crows Playmates, Ted Hughes: Crow.

LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOGING-IN-PUBLICATION DATA
Rushdie, Salman.
Grimus: a novel / Salman Rushdie.
p. cm.
eISBN: 978-0-307-52911-4
1. Indians of North AmericaFiction. 2. Seafaring lifeFiction. 3. ImmortalismFiction. 4. MortalityFiction. 5. IslandsFiction. I. Title.
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Go, go, go, said the bird; human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.

(T. S. E LIOT )

Come, you lost atoms, to your Centre draw,
And be the Eternal Mirror that you saw;
Rays that have wandered into darkness wide,
Return, and back into your sun subside.

(F ARID-UD-DIN A TTAR ,
The Conference of the Birds, trans. Fitzgerald)

Crow straggled, limply bedraggled his remnant.
He was his own leftover, the spat-out scrag.
He was what his brain could make nothing of.

(T ED H UGHES ,
Crows Playmates)

The sands of Time are steeped in new
Beginnings.

(I GNATIUS Q. G RIBB ,
The All-Purpose Quotable Philosophy)

THE CHAPTERS
PART ONE
TIMES PRESENT
I

Mr Virgil Jones, a man devoid of friends and with a tongue rather too large for his mouth, was fond of descending this cliff-path on Tiusday mornings. (Mr Jones, something of a pedant and interested in the origins of things, referred to the days of his week as Sunday, Moonday, Tiusday, Wodensday, Thorsday, Freyday and Saturnday; it was affectations like this, among other things, that had left him friendless.) It was five a.m.; for no reason, Mr Jones habitually chose this entirely random time to indulge his liking for Calf Islands one small beach. Accordingly, he was tripping goat-fashion down the downward spiral of the path, trailing in the nimbler wake of a hunchbacked crone called Dolores OToole, who had an exceptionally beautiful walnut rocking-chair strapped to her back. The strap was Mr Jones belt. Which meant he was obliged to use both his hands to hold his trousers up. This kept him fairly preoccupied.

Some more facts about Mr Jones: he was gross of body and short of sight. His eyes blinked a lot, refusing to believe in their myopia. He had three initials: V. B. C. Jones, Esq. The B was for Beauvoir and the C for Chanakya. These were historical names, names to conjure with, and Mr Jones, though no conjurer, considered himself something of an historian. Today, as he arrived at the dead greysilver sands of his chosen island, surrounded by the greysilver mists that hung forever upon the surrounding, sundering seas, he was about to make his rendezvous with a small historical event. If he had known, he would have philosophized at length about the parade of history, about the historians inability to stand apart and watch; it was erroneous, he would have said, to look upon oneself as an Olympian chronicler; one was a member of the parade. An historian is affected by the present events that eternally recreate the past. He would have thought this earnestly, although for some time now the parade had been progressing without his help. However, because he was shortsighted, because of the mist and because he was trying to keep his trousers on, he didnt see the body of one Flapping Eagle floating in on the incoming tide; and Dolores OToole was spared the trouble of being an audience.

Sometimes, people trying to commit suicide manage it in a manner that leaves them breathless with astonishment. Flapping Eagle, coming in fast now on the crest of a wave, was about to discover this fact. At present he was unconscious; he had just fallen through a hole in the sea. The sea had been the Mediterranean. It wasnt now; or not quite.

The crone Dolores placed the rocking-chair on the sands. Mr Jones supervised approvingly. The rocking-chair faced away from the sea and towards the massive forested rock of Calf Mountain, which occupied most of the island except for the small clearing, directly above the beach, where Mr Jones and Dolores lived. Mr Jones sat down and began to rock.

Dolores OToole was a lapsed Catholic. She sometimes took unholy pleasure in the act of stimulating herself with church, or roman, candles. She did this because she was separated from her husband but not from her desires. Her sometime spouse, Mr OToole, ran a drinking establishment in K, the town high on the slopes of Calf Mountain, and she disapproved of K in general, of drinkers in particular and of her husband most particularly of all. She gave vent to this disapproval by living in isolation with Virgil Jones (far from K, from Mr OTooles bar and from his favourite place of recreation, Madame Jocastas notorious bawdy-house). And every Tiusday at dawn she carried Mr Jones rocking-chair to the beach.

Crestfallen, murmured Mr Jones to himself, with his back to the sea. Crestfallen, the sea today.

The body of Flapping Eagle touched land face upwards, which explains why he hadnt drowned. He was quite near the back of Mr Jones rocking-chair, and the encroaching waves pushed him ever nearer and nearer. Mr Jones and Mrs OToole remained oblivious of his presence.

It should be pointed out that Flapping Eagle was averagely kind and good; but he would soon be responsible for a large number of deaths. He was also as sane as the next man, but then the next man was Mr Virgil Jones.

There was an extraordinary coincidence involved in the relationship of Virgil Jones and Dolores OToole: they loved each other and found it impossible to declare their love. It was no beautiful love, for they were extremely ugly. It was undeclared, because each had been so badly damaged by experience that they preferred to nurture their feelings in the privacy of their own bosoms, rather than expose them to possible ridicule and rejection. So they would sit close, but separated by this privacy, and Dolores would sing cracked songs, toothless rimes of mourning and requition; while Virgil would talk his lilting elliptical talk, exercising the thoughts and the tongue which were both too large for his head to hold, and there on the deserted beach was as close as they came to joy.

Whitebeard is all my love and whitebeard is my desire, sang Dolores dolefully, to the rhythm of the swaying rocking-chair. Virgil, lost in thought, stroked his white-grizzled chin and did not hear.

Language, he mused, language makes concepts. Concepts make chains. I am bound, Dotty, bound and I dont know where. Not enough of the ether for the way of Grimus, not enough of the earth for the way of K, moving pingpongways in thought between them and you. Dolores OThule. Sorrow of the gods. My dear, I was not always as you see me now. The terror of the titties, I. Once. Then. Before.

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