Exterminator! - A Short Story by William S. Burroughs

Exterminator! - Photographic Portrait of William S. Burroughs
Photographic Portrait of William S. Burroughs

The short story Exterminator! by William S. Burroughs (February 5, 1914 – August 2, 1997) is part of the homonymous author’s short story collection (Exterminator!), published in 1973 by the Viking Press.

William Burroughs was the son of a wealthy family, as his grandfather William Seward Burroughs I was the founder of the later Burroughs Corporation, the world’s leading company in the production of calculating machines.

Grandson William Burroughs made a valiant effort to humiliate the family name and to some extent succeeded after:

  • He has been an openly declared homosexual, at least since 1959, the year of the publication of his masterpiece novel Naked Lunch – when homosexuality was considered an anomaly and homosexuals were subject to common criminal law
  • He was a consistent heroin addict until his old age
  • He married, against the will of his parents, the Jew Ilse Klapper (née Herzfeld, 1900–1982), whom he met in Vienna where she was hiding from the Nazi regime and without have any love affair, they performed the mystery in Croatia, so to secure entry (and save her life) to the US
  • It was also his second marriage, this time to Joan Vollmer (February 4, 1923 – September 6, 1951), which killed by him during an unfortunate performance of the famous scene with William Tell and his beloved son with the apple on his head

As to the remainder, he was a prominent member of the beat generation, writing major novels such as Junky, Naked Lunch, Cities of the Red Night, and the semi-autobiographical novel Cobble Stone Gardens, etc., restoring and utilizing in the most creative way the old Dadaistic (and) writing technique Découpé (Cut-Up).

For William Burroughs, one of the greatest writers of the 20th century, we firmly believe that if he had shot the shooter instead of the unfortunate Joan Volmer, he would rightly have won a Nobel Prize – or even a Lenin Prize.

William S. Burroughs - Exterminator! (1/6)

During the war I worked for A. J. Cohen Exterminators ground floor office dead end street by the river. An old Jew with cold gray fish eyes and a cigar was the oldest of four brothers. Marv was the youngest wore wind breakers had three kids. There was  a smooth well dressed college trained brother. The fourth brother burly and muscular looked like an old time hoofer could bellow a leather lunged "Mammy" and you hope he won’t do it.
Every night at closing time these two brothers would get in a heated argument from nowhere I could see the older brother would take the cigar out of his mouth and move across the floor with short sliding steps advancing on the vaudeville brother.
"You vant I should spit right in your face!? You vant!? You vant? You vant!?"
The vaudeville brother would retreat shadow boxing presences invisible to my Goyish eyes which I took to be potent Jewish Mammas conjured up by the elder brother. On many occasions I witnessed this ritual open mouthed hoping the old cigar would let fly one day but he never did. A few minutes later they would be talking quietly and checking the work slips as the exterminators fell in.
On the other hand the old brother never argued with his exterminators. "That’s why I have a cigar" he said the cigar being for him a source of magical calm.

William S. Burroughs - Exterminator! (2/6)

I used my own car a black Ford V8 and worked alone carrying my bedbug spray pyrithium powder bellows and bulbs of fluoride up and down stairs.
"Exterminator! You need the service?"
A fat smiling Chinese rationed out the pyrithium powder — it was hard to get during the war — and cautioned us to use fluoride whenever possible. Personally I prefer a pyrithium job to a fluoride. With the pyrithium you kill the roaches right there in front of God and the client whereas this starch and fluoride you leave it around and back a few days later a southern defense worker told me "They eat it and run around here fat as hawgs."
From a great distance I see a cool remote neighborhood blue windy day in April sun cold on your exterminator there climbing the gray wooden outside stairs.
"Exterminator lady. You need the service?"
"Well come in young man and have a cup of tea. That wind has a bite to it."
"It does that, mam, cuts me like a knife and I’m not well you know / cough/."
"You put me in mind of my brother Michael Fenny."
"He passed away?"
"It was a long time ago April day like this sun cold on a thin boy with freckles through that door like yourself. I made him a cup of hot tea. When I brought it to him he was gone." She gestured to the empty blue sky "cold tea sitting right where you are sitting now." I decide this old witch deserves a pyrithium job no matter what the fat Chinese allows. I lean forward discreetly.

William S. Burroughs - Exterminator! (3/6)

"Is it roaches Mrs. Murphy?"
"It is that from those Jews downstairs."
"Or is it the Hunkys next door Mrs. Murphy?"
She shrugs "Sure and an Irish cockroach is as bad as another."
"You make a nice cup of tea Mrs. Murphy . . . Sure I’ll be taking care of your roaches . . . Oh don’t be telling me where they are . . . You see I know Mrs. Murphy . . . experienced along these lines . . . And I don’t mind telling you Mrs. Murphy I like my work and take pride in it."
"Well the city exterminating people were around and left some white powder draws roaches the way whisky will draw a priest."
"They are a cheap outfit Mrs. Murphy. What they left was fluoride. The roaches build up a tolerance and become addicted. They can be dangerous if the fluoride is suddenly withdrawn . . . Ah just here it is . . ."
I have spotted a brown crack by the kitchen sink put my bellows in and blow a load of the precious yellow powder. As if they had heard the last trumpet the roaches stream out and flop in convulsions on the floor.
"Well I never!" says Mrs. Murphy and turns me back as I advance for the coup de grace . . . "Don’t shoot them again. Just let them die."
When it is all over she sweeps up a dust pan full of roaches into the wood stove and makes me another cup of tea.

William S. Burroughs - Exterminator! (4/6)

When it comes to bedbugs there is a board of health regulation against spraying beds and that of course is just where the bugs are in most cases now an old wood house with bedbugs back in the wood for generations only thing is to fumigate . . . So here is Mamma with a glass of sweet wine her beds back and ready . . .
I look at her over the syrupy red wine . . . "Lady we don’t spray no beds. Board of health regulations you know."
"Ach so the wine is not enough?"
She comes back with a crumpled dollar. So I go to work . . . bedbugs great red clusters of them in the ticking of the mattresses. I mix a little formaldehyde with my kerosene in the spray its more sanitary that way and if you tangle with some pimp in one of the Negro whore houses we service a face full of formaldehyde keeps the boys in line. Now you’ll often find these old Jewish grandmas in a back room like their bugs and we have to force the door with the younger generation smooth college
trained Jew there could turn into a narcotics agent while you wait.
"All right grandma, open up! The exterminator is here."
She is screaming in Yiddish no bugs are there we force our way in I turn the bed back . . . my God thousand of them fat and red with grandma and when I put the spray to them she moans like the Gestapo is murdering her nubile daughter engaged to a dentist.

William S. Burroughs - Exterminator! (5/6)

And there are whole backward families with bedbugs don’t want to let the exterminator in.
"We’ll slap a board of health summons on them if we have to" said the college trained brother . . . "I’ll go along with you on this one. Get in the car."
They didn’t want to let us in but he was smooth and firm. They gave way muttering like sullen troops cowed by the brass. Well he told me what to do and I did it. When he was settled at the wheel of his car cool gray and removed he said "Just plain ordinary sons of bitches. That’s all they are."
T. B. sanitarium on the outskirts of town . . . cool blue basements fluoride dust drifting streaks of phosphorous paste on the walls . . . gray smell of institution cooking . . . heavy dark glass front door . . . Funny thing I never saw any patients there but I don’t ask questions. Do my job and go a man who works for his living . . . Remember this janitor who broke into tears because I said shit in front of his wife it wasn’t me actually said it was Wagner who was dyspeptic and thin with knobby wrists and stringy yellow hair . . . and the fumigation jobs under the table I did on my day off. . ..
Young Jewish matron there "Let’s not talk about the company. The company makes too much money anyway. I’ll get you a drink of whisky." Well I have come up from the sweet wine circuit. So I arrange a sulphur job with her five Abes and it takes me about two hours you have to tape up all the windows and the door and leave the fumes in there 24 hours studying the good work.

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One time me and the smooth brother went out on a special fumigation job . . . "This man is sort of a crank . . . been out here a number of times . . . claims he has rats under the house . . . We’ll have to put on a show for him."
Well he hauls out one of those tin pump guns loaded with cyanide dust and I am subject to crawl under the house through spider webs and broken glass to find the rat holes and squirt the cyanide to them.
"Watch yourself under there" said the cool brother. "If you don’t come out in ten minutes I’m coming in after you."
I liked the cafeteria basement jobs long gray basement you can’t see the end of it white dust drifting as I trace arabesques of fluoride on the wall.
We serviced an old theatrical hotel rooms with rose wall paper photograph albums . . . "Yes that’s me there on the left."
The boss has a trick he does every now and again assembles his staff and eats arsenic been in that office breathing the powder in so long the arsenic just brings an embalmer’s flush to his smooth gray cheek. And he has a pet rat he knocked all its teeth out feeds it on milk the rat is now very tame and affectionate. I stuck the job nine months. It was my record on any job. Left the old gray Jew there with his cigar the fat Chinese pouring my pyrithium powder back into the barrel. All the brothers shook hands. A distant cry echos down cobble stone streets through all the gray basements up the outside stairs to a windy blue sky.
"Exterminator!"

William S. Burroughs, Exterminator! (1973)

Burroughs: The Movie (1983) - Documentary

Most people don't see what's going on around them. That's my principal message to writers: 'For God's sake, keep your eyes open. Notice what's going on around you.'
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The video shows the discussion between Aaron Brookner, Tom DiCillo, Jim Jarmusch, and James Grauerholz, which took place at the 52nd New York Film Festival (2014 – organized by the Film at Lincoln Center), on the occasion of the re-presentation of the documentary Burroughs: The Movie (1983). Aaron Brookner, director and screenwriter, after a great struggle to find and restore the copy, was the inspirer of the rerun of the film, which was directed by his uncle Howard Brookner (1954 – 1989). Tom DiCillo was the cameraman and Jim Jarmusch was the sound engineer. James Grauerholz is the literary executor of the estate of William S. Burroughs.

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