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!Download Ebook Î Perfume: The Story of a Murderer ⚝ An acclaimed bestseller and international sensation, Patrick Suskind s classic novel provokes a terrifying examination of what happens when one man s indulgence in his greatest passion his sense of smell leads to murderIn the slums of eighteenth century France, the infant Jean Baptiste Grenouille is born with one sublime gift an absolute sense of smell As a boy, he lives to decipher the odors of Paris, and apprentices himself to a prominent perfumer who teaches him the ancient art of mixing precious oils and herbs But Grenouille s genius is such that he is not satisfied to stop there, and he becomes obsessed with capturing the smells of objects such as brass doorknobs and fresh cut wood Then one day he catches a hint of a scent that will drive him on an ever terrifying quest to create the ultimate perfume the scent of a beautiful young virgin Told with dazzling narrative brilliance, Perfume is a hauntingly powerful tale of murder and sensual depravity There are some books which can be called unique They may be good, bad or indifferent but their authors strike out from the trodden paths of narrative themes and structure to explore totally new vistas, so that the product becomes unique Perfume by Patrick Suskind is such a book.Jean Baptiste Grenouille is an abominable and gifted personage, in an era which was not lacking in abominable and gifted personages Born a bastard in the stinking heart of the city of Paris in the eighteenth century There are some books which can be called unique They may be good, bad or indifferent but their authors strike out from the trodden paths of narrative themes and structure to explore totally new vistas, so that the product becomes unique Perfume by Patrick Suskind is such a book.Jean Baptiste Grenouille is an abominable and gifted personage, in an era which was not lacking in abominable and gifted personages Born a bastard in the stinking heart of the city of Paris in the eighteenth century under a gutting table, the first cry he utters sends his mother to the scaffold for abandoning an infant Grenouille grows up by sucking many wet nurses dry, survives the horrendous childhood of an orphan in an age without mercy, and grows up to become a successful perfumer For this is his unique gift the child who does not emit any smell himself is blessed with extraordinary olfactory capabilities, which allows him to recognise, separate and catalogue in his mind all the different odours he comes into contact with.But simple identification is not enough for Jean He is driven by the insatiable urge to possess any smell he likes for himself he will move heaven and earth to extract it from its origin, make a perfume out of it and keep it with him He is not bothered that the object which originates the smell will be destroyed in the process of extraction he is a smell vampire And like a vampire, it is the smell of virgins which drives him wild Ultimately, Grenouille s gift and single minded obsession proves to be the cause of both his uplift and undoingSuskind has written a gripping novel which will hook and pull the reader in from the first sentence onwards However, this is not a simple horror story or thriller it has got layers of meaning hidden beneath one another which will come out on careful reading.Jean Baptiste Grenouille is a masterly creation His insatiable thirst for smells makes him a truly terrifying collector one who cannot enjoy his passion the normal way, but must possess the object of his desire I was reminded of Frederick Clegg in John Fowles The Collector completely The fact that he lacks a characteristic odour himself enhances his vampiric nature Also, all the people who profit from him come to a grisly end, like the poor misguided souls who make a pact with the devil Joseph Campbell has made the slogan Follow your bliss very popular but how to know whether your bliss is good or bad I have always wondered about the concept of negative bliss Both Gandhi and Hitler could have been said to be following their bliss in different ways While reading this novel, I was struck by the realisation that the difference is in one s attitude If one is doing it because one cannot be doing anything else following one s karma, if you want to put it that way then it is bliss But if one is driven by an insatiable need which feeds on itself, one ends up being a vampire Ultimately, it consumes oneself.Highly recommended This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers To view it, click here Because sometimes you just have to read about an 17th century perfumer who may or may not be the Anti Christ and goes on a killing spree, before starting aa giant omnisexual fuckfest and being voluntarily cannabilized Ah literature That s why I read you, the class The class. I was predisposed to love this book no matter what I love perfumes The fact that this book had blood and murder was just a bonus.For me, perfumes and scents are a visceral thing I love perfume I have never been a visual person, my memories are composed of layers of scent.I remember as a child, growing up in Vietnam, visiting my elderly neighbor s house and having him give me a cup of black tea infused with jasmine Those jasmines would put the pitiful little star jasmines to shame They were I was predisposed to love this book no matter what I love perfumes The fact that this book had blood and murder was just a bonus.For me, perfumes and scents are a visceral thing I love perfume I have never been a visual person, my memories are composed of layers of scent.I remember as a child, growing up in Vietnam, visiting my elderly neighbor s house and having him give me a cup of black tea infused with jasmine Those jasmines would put the pitiful little star jasmines to shame They were huge, each petal as wide as a fingernail White, waxen, and filled with the most beautiful, deep, richly floral scent that even as a 5 year old I could feel was seductive without ever knowing the meaning or the existence of the word.I remember sleeping with the window open, as the night air was filled with the scents of the flowering trees that grew outside my grandparents house I remember the green, earthy smell of the rice paddies where I grew up I remember the bitter, smoky smell of the pits so environmentally destructive, but whatever that my neighbors dug in which they burned wood slowly for months to make a small supply of coal Not all the smells were pleasant, of course, because hello, I did grow up on a farm, but my memories are built upon scent.My love of perfume grew when I was a teen I learned about perfumes, and how they were made I learned about how flowers were distilled for their scents, an enormous quantity of raw ingredients required for a few precious drops of essential oils I learned about making aromatic compounds in an organic chemistry lab, and that my beloved scent of jasmine and tuberose smelled as beautifully seductive and sexual as it did because it contained a compound called indoles, which smells like poop Who knew I learned that each perfume as a top note, which quickly dissipates, the middle notes, which remains, the base notes, which lingers onto your skin like the touch of a long gone lover I learned that musk can smell rank, like sweaty, animalistic sex on top of a slice of Muenster cheese, or it can smell like the warmth of a mother s embrace.There are certain scents I will never be able to wear again, because one I wore for months, while longing after a guy I thought I could never have Another I can t smell without wincing, because it reminds me of heartbreak and tears, despite the fact that it came in a rose colored bottle and smelled like green tea and lemons.This book is a perfume lover s dream come true The entire book could have had no mystery at all, and I would still read it and revel in the descriptions alone.The Summary Jean Baptiste Grenouille was a bastard, born in 1738 to a syphilitic, consumptive woman working in a stinking fish stall as a gutter After delivering the unfortunate child, she was promptly arrested for abandoning said child, and hanged.A most auspicious beginning.Even in the beginning, his wet nurse paid for by the state noticed that something was wrong with GrenouilleI don t mean what s in the diaper His soil smells, that s true enough But it s the bastard himself, he doesn t smellBabies have a smell, some stink, but underneath it, there s always a warm, cuddly smell that even a cold, heartless, child hating woman such as I can appreciate Grenouille has no scent.People notice His fellow children notice They could not stand the nonsmell of him They were afraid of him As a teen, he sought work at a tannery in Paris Paris is a stinking pit of hell To Grenouilleit is heaven, with its amalgamation of scents It was a mixture of human and animal smells, of water and stone and ashes and leather, of soap and fresh baked bread and eggs boiled in vinegar, of noodles and smoothly polished brass, of sage and ale and tears, of grease and soggy straw and dry straw Thousands upon thousands of odors formed an invisible gruel that filled the street ravines, only seldom evaporating above the rooftops and never from the ground below Grenouille knew he was not normal, but his obsession for the pursuit of a scent never really gained traction until he committed his first murder, for love of a virgin s scent the sweat of her armpits, the oil in her hair, the fishy odor of her genitals, and smelled it all with the greatest pleasure Her sweat smelled as fresh as the sea breeze, the tallow of her hair as sweet as nut oil, her genitals were as fragrant as the bouquet of water lilies, her skin as apricot blossoms and the harmony of all these components yielded a perfume so rich, so balanced, so magical, that every perfume that Grenouille had smelled until now, every edifice of odors that he had so playfully created within himself, seemed at once to be utterly meaningless The scent of a living human being that he must commit to memory, that he must capture, in the way a flower collector dries a specimen within parchment, in the way an insect lover kills and pins to a page the very thing he loves When she was dead he laid her on the ground among the plum pits, tore off her dress, and the stream of scent became a flood that inundated him with its fragrance He thrust his face to her skin and swept his flared nostrils across her, from belly to breast, to neck, over her face and hair, and back to her belly, down to her genitals, to her thighs and white legs He smelled her over from head to toe, he gathered up the last fragments of her scent under her chin, in her navel, and in the wrinkles inside her elbow His is an obsessive quest that will lead him to murder again, and again, and again, in this desperate search Grenouille knew for certain that unless he possessed this scent, his life would have no meaning This is a book in which the title is completely self explanatory It is about a murderer, and his obsessive quest for a perfect perfume It s something I understand, in my constant search for the Holy Grail of fragrances.But I have yet to succumb to the urge to murder He possessed the power He held it in his hand A power stronger than the power of money or the power of terror or the power of death the invincible power to command the love of mankind There was only one thing that power could not do it could not make him able to smell himselfPerfume is a story about social isolation it s a story about not belonging in the world and the negative effects this can wrought on one s mind It s also a story about obsession, a singular pursuit for perfectiHe possessed the power He held it in his hand A power stronger than the power of money or the power of terror or the power of death the invincible power to command the love of mankind There was only one thing that power could not do it could not make him able to smell himselfPerfume is a story about social isolation it s a story about not belonging in the world and the negative effects this can wrought on one s mind It s also a story about obsession, a singular pursuit for perfection regardless of the costs Consequences simply do not matter for Jean He is completely detached from reality he lives in his own world of scent, invisible to all others Murder means nothing to him because he does not fully understand what he is murdering He has no feelings He cannot comprehend what it is to snuff out a life because he is not truly alive himself He is dead inside and numb to all else in his differentnessHe realized that all his life he had been a nobody to everyone What he now felt was the fear of his own oblivion It was as though he did not exist He had withdrawn solely for his own personal pleasure, only to be near to himself No longer distracted by anything external, he basked in his own existence and found it splendid As such befalls misery for all those that meet him His talent is remarkable and his motivation when roused is unstoppable His singular pursuit for his goal is uncompromising and he will stop at nothing to achieve the most perfect of scents The secret ingredient he has been looking for comes his way and he cannot rest until he has it Innocence is a mighty hard thing to harvest, though it is the missing piece he has been looking for it will give his perfume the power to inspire love it will be irresistible.However, as the tale of Icarus taught us, those who fly too high will burn As such the ending of this is simply perfection The moment captures the heart of the book in one beautifully horrific frenzy of emotions and desire The delivery is masterful I knew it was coming I d seen the film many years previously though I don t think the film could every quite capture the intensity and euphoric nature of the situation The only reason I have not given this five stars is because I found it rambled a little in places I think the story could have been cut back and made tighter andeffective, though I loved the prose and the plot Jean makes for an interesting character study for sure.You can connect with me on social media via My Linktree.