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Redux: Her Perfume, Hermit-Wild

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Ha Jin. Photo: © Dorothy Greco.

This week at The Paris Review, we’re using our olfactory senses. Read on for Ha Jin’s Art of Fiction interview, Fleur Jaeggy’s story “Agnes,” and May Swenson’s poem “Daffodildo.”

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Ha Jin, The Art of Fiction No. 202
Issue no. 191 (Winter 2009)

INTERVIEWER

What do you remember most about your arrival in the United States?

JIN

There was a chemical smell here. It was very alien, very overwhelming. Also a lot of people wore perfume. I know a woman who came here from China and said she couldn’t stop vomiting.

 

Photo: Sam Hood. Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.

 

Agnes
By Fleur Jaeggy, translated by Gini Alhadeff
Issue no. 220 (Spring 2017)

Often, when I left the office, I’d go into some shops. I looked at everything meticulously. The small bottles of perfume, the jewelry. The cameras. I felt like stealing. For her.

 

Photo: Willem van de Poll. CC0, via Wikimedia Commons.

 

Daffodildo
By May Swenson
Issue no. 127 (Summer 1993)

 A daffodil from Emily’s lot
I lay beside her headstone
on the first day of May.
I brought
another with me, threaded
through my buttonhole, the spawn
of ancestor she planted
where, today,
I trod her lawn.
A yellow small decanter
of her perfume, hermit-wild
and without a stopper,
next to her stone I filed
to give her back her property—
it’s well it cannot spill.
Lolling on my jacket,
Emily’s other daffodil …

 

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