Die Jagd nach der Hundertpfundnote oder Die Reise um die Welt

Summary

A crisp new £100 note—ink still breathing—slides from a bank teller’s wicket into the manicured fingers of Gardefeu, boulevardier, flâneur, collector of wagers and café gossip. Within the smoke-wreathed sanctuary of his club he slaps the virgin note across a mahogany tabletop to settle a trifling debt; his friend, smirking, prophesies that the bill will vanish into the city’s arterial churn, never again to resurface. Gardefeu, stung by the casual curse, wagers his entire quarterly allowance that he will reclaim this very promissory slip within ninety revolutions of the clock. Thus unfurls a picaresque scavenger hunt that drags the protagonist from Berlin’s electric cabarets to a Baltic fog thick with smugglers, from the perfume of Viennese ballrooms to the salt-sting of Hamburg docks, each encounter peeling back strata of Wilhelmine society: impoverished aristocrats trading heirlooms for steamship tickets, stenographers dreaming of Ceylon tea plantations, counterfeiters printing dreams on watermarked paper. Along the way the note—crease by crease, thumbprint by thumbprint—accumulates a palimpsest of human desire: it buys a honeymoon railway carriage, bribes a customs officer, purchases a coffin for a drowned poet, and briefly becomes the lucky stake of a Finn who believes banknotes are migratory birds. When at last the frayed, overwintered £100 flutters back into Gardefeu’s palm during a nocturnal charade on the deck of a Cunard liner, he discovers that the object of his obsession has shed its monetary aura and become a parchment of lived experience—more map than money—rendering the original bet absurd and the concept of ownership porous.

Synopsis

A man named Gardefeu receives a new £100 note from the bank and pays a debt he owes to a friend at his club. The friend says, "You won't be seeing that again any time soon." Gardefeu bets he can find the bank note in three months.