Perfume: The Story of a Murderer

“Perfume” – A Surreal & Chilling Tale Gloriously Told
First and foremost, German author Patrick Suskind’s novel, “Perfume: The Story of a Murderer,” is a celebration of the written word, and an affirmation of good popular literature. Suskind’s beautifully crafted narrative excites the imagination and expands the reader’s senses – especially that least appreciated of faculties, the olfactory. John E. Woods should be lauded for bringing the richness and texture of the author’s language to his English translation. “Perfume” is much more than a murder mystery or suspense thriller. It is an extraordinary tale that defies genre classification.Jean-Baptiste Grenouille was born in the most squalid, stinking marketplace of 18th-century Paris, perhaps even the most putrid place in all France, on July 17, 1738. And, as the author explains, the stench of 18th-century Paris is one that modern man cannot begin to fathom – manure, moldering wood, rat droppings, human excretions both common and exotic, caustic lyes and sulfur from the tanneries, congealed blood from the slaughterhouses, the great unwashed masses, spoiled and rotting food, etc., etc.. His mother, who suffered from “gout, syphilis and a touch of consumption,” was otherwise healthy. She was not concerned when her labor began. She had delivered four other babies beneath her fish booth, all illegitimate, and disposed of all four, along with the bloody refuse of fish and entrails at the end of the market day. Amoral, she had no idea she was doing wrong, nor did she particularly care. Jean-Baptiste was fortunate. He cried lustily at birth, thus calling sufficient attention to himself, that his mother was forced to acknowledge him. The baby boy was allowed to live. Taken in by the church, he was placed in the care of a wet nurse.In the novel’s wonderful first paragraph, Suskind introduces John-Baptiste. “In eighteenth-century France there lived a man who was one of the most gifted and abominable personages in an era that knew no lack of gifted and abominable personages. His name was Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, and if his name – in contrast to the names of other gifted abominations, de Sade’s, for instance, or Saint-Just’s, Fouche’s, Bonaparte’s, etc. – has been forgotten today, it is not because Grenouille fell short of those more famous blackguards when it came to arrogance, misanthropy, immorality, or, more succinctly, to wickedness, because his gifts and his sole ambition were restricted to a domain that leaves no traces in history: to the fleeting realm of scent.”Grenouille had no scent of his own – absolutely no odor. This was a terrible handicap which caused all to shun him from infancy, without understanding why they avoided him. However, in a bizarre attempt to balance this aberration, nature provided Jean-Baptiste with the most acute sense of smell of any human that ever lived. At an early age, he was able to clearly distinguish differences in people with his eyes closed. He knew the different scents of wood, which he had to chop everyday, and even which of a variety of cows provided the milk he drank each morning. He spent his every waking hour identifying, ordering and classifying scent. This extraordinary olfactory gift, and his passion to pursue, capture and distill all scents, were to be the cause of his unforeseeable elevation in society, which rarely recognized one of his lowly class, and also, his ultimate downfall. Mr. Suskind chronicles here Grenouille’s life – from his stint at the home of Madame Gaillard, who took in orphans like Jean-Baptiste, to his arduous apprenticeship with the tanner Grimal, his work with the famous perfumer Baldini, where he became a journeyman perfumer, and his wanderings throughout all Paris to learn the city’s every smell. He aspired to become the omnipotent god of scent. He knew that the person “who ruled scent also ruled the hearts of men,” for “scent was the brother of breath.” Then came the day he discovered the single most exquisite scent of all, which he became obsessed to possess for his own.Grenouille had never known love or the slightest affection, not even a tender touch. No one educated him about right and wrong, and he had no inherent ability to distinguish between good and evil. From the earliest age, he did what was necessaey to survive. He was truly a man with no conscience – totally narcissistic. Morality played no part in his life – the pursuit of scent was all that gave him joy. It is to Patrick Suskind’s credit that I felt such empathy for this creature. I don’t excuse his behavior, but given his background and life, how else could he have been expected to turn out?”Perfume’s” various settings are illustrated, and the characters depicted, as Jean-Baptiste would perceive them, through smell. The descriptions are so vivid, and the use of language so bountiful, that I found myself reading passages aloud at times, just to savor the words. The historic detail is meticulous and fascinating, as is the process of perfume making, much of which is described here. This is a compelling tale, that is surreal, almost otherworldly. It is also a chilling portrait of a psychopath with a mission. The conclusion is brilliant, unexpected and riveting. A marvelous read!JANA

The Human Condition
THIS BOOK!! 🌟 How can I assign any labels to such a one-of-a-kind read? Reading ‘Perfume’ by Patrick Süskind was such a magical experience that no single label can capture its essence.The story follows Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, a boy born in 18th-century France with a magical gift: an extraordinarily heightened sense of smell. From his difficult birth in the squalor of Paris to his rise and fall as a perfumer, Grenouille’s life is marked by his uncanny ability to discern and create scents. What seems like a miraculous talent quickly reveals itself to be more of a curse. Isolated and misunderstood, Grenouille’s obsession with capturing the perfect scent leads him down a dark and twisted path. His journey delves deep into themes of identity, obsession, and the human condition, making this book an immersive exploration of the senses and the psyche.Grenouille’s character is crafted to evoke a strong sense of disgust in the reader. His cold, calculating nature and his lack of empathy makes him a character that is easy to despise. However, despite his insufferable traits, I couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of sorrow and sadness for him. His actions, though horrific, seem detached, as if driven by an internal compulsion rather than a conscious desire for evil. This detachment evokes a tragic dimension to his character, highlighting the loneliness and the profound disconnection from humanity that define his existence. His inability to relate to others and his obsessive pursuit of creating the perfect scent underscore a deep, intrinsic void, making his story as pitiable as it is repellent.I know that I’ll be thinking of this book forever, which is why it’s a 5 🌟 read for me. Süskind’s writing is nothing short of genius. His talent for describing scents is so vivid and evocative that it feels as though you can actually smell them through the pages. Every fragrance, from the most sublime to the most repulsive, is brought to life with astonishing detail. Best. Book. Ever. Can’t wait to rewatch the film!!!

Copertina e libro originale, stampa del 1986. Ottimo e bellissimo! Gran romanzo!

The book arrived with scratched covers and worn off edges. This was not what I was expecting when I bought a new book. The review is only regarding the condition of the book and excluding the content.

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