What if you lived next door to a well-known cannibal? Yes. A living, breathing man-eater. You can’t imagine that, can you? Well, Issei Sagawa’s neighbors don’t have to imagine anything. They’re living it.
Despite his heinous crimes and horrible appetite, Issei is a free man. A celebrity. Allowed to roam and mix with his people, even though he’d shown no remorse. No regrets for ending a human life and feeding on them. Literally.
But, this story isn’t only about one evil and his peculiar taste. No. There are two kinds of sins in this story.
However, only one would look at you and see the chicken. The only one will ever wonder how your flesh would taste like.
Remember, this terrible tale has no happy ending. You’ve been warned. Proceed at your peril.
10 Issei's Crime
The evening of June 11, 1981, was just like any other evening in Paris. And as 25-year-old Renee Hartevelt walked down the streets, she probably anticipated a quiet evening of inspiring words and maybe a glass of wine.
What she didn’t expect was ending up in the belly of a depraved killer. You see, Renee studied at the Sorbonne in Paris.
She was a tall, gorgeous German woman. Beautiful. And she hoped to get a Ph.D. in French literature from the Institute.
The same Institute that Issei Sagawa attended. That evening, 32-year-old Issei had invited Renee to his place to discuss literature.
They were classmates. It wasn’t out of place. And this wasn’t the first time Issei had invited her. So, Renee agreed to visit him. She never left.
9 He Put Her On The Menu
On arriving at his place, Issei served her drinks – it was Paris, after all. Issei then asked her to read him a poem from her favorite German poet. Renee obliged.
And while she had her back to him, engrossed in words, Issei shot her in the neck. But his fantasy had just begun. Issei cut a bit of her nose and chewed it.
Like a fleshy hors d’oeuvre. He then undressed her and had sex with her corpse. She was his to use, his to consume. And so he did.
Bit by bit, starting with her thighs and hips, Issei Sagawa devoured Renee’s body. He couldn’t bite into her raw flesh, so he cooked her instead.
He even noted that human fat, Renee’s fat, gushing from the knife wounds were a mustardy yellow – “corn-colored,” he called it. The next day came, and Renee’s remains remained odorless. Issei feasted again.
He also took pictures of Renee’s partially eaten corpse. He was ecstatic. But, all ‘dreams’ have to end. And when Issei saw the giant flies buzzing, he knew his time with her was up.