Waiting for Barbarians by J.M. Coetzee
The narrator, the
Magistrate, administrates a town on the frontier of an unnamed empire. He looks
forward to a quiet retirement and spends some of his free time excavating the
site of an old town buried in the dunes, where he has found a cache of wooden
slips covered with mysterious writing. Colonel Joll travels to the Magistrate’s
town from the imperial capital to investigate attacks by indigenous people whom
the empire calls “barbarians.” Joll interrogates and tortures two prisoners
captured on the road, a boy and his grandfather. After killing the grandfather,
he continues the torture until the boy confesses that his people, the
barbarians, are preparing an attack against the empire. Troubled by these acts
of torture and skeptical about the barbarian threat, the Magistrate gives Joll
supplies, men, and horses to conduct a raid on the nomadic barbarians.
Joll returns with more prisoners, whom he interrogates over five
days. The Magistrate spends his nights with a prostitute, but he is troubled by
dreams. Joll eventually returns to the capital, and the Magistrate releases and
feeds the brutalized captives.
The Magistrate takes in a young barbarian woman who was maimed and
partially blinded by the interrogators, then left behind by the surviving
barbarians. He initiates a nightly ritual in which he rubs her body with oil
until he falls asleep. The girl works as a kitchen maid in the Magistrate’s
house during the day and comes to his rooms every night. The Magistrate is
fascinated by the scars left by the torturers.
The Magistrate begins to have a dream that recurs later, in
which he approaches a group of children playing in the snow. He associates one
of the children with the barbarian girl. In waking life, he finds the barbarian
girl impenetrable—a blank surface—and wonders if that is what the torturers
felt as well. Through the girl, he begins to discover his complicity with the
torturers. Failing to find the desire to have intercourse with the barbarian
girl
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