An international sensation from the moment of its publication in Germany last year, this is one of the most extraordinary novels published in years: the Story of a monster loose in 18th-century France and his quest for the perfect perfume.
Told with dazzling narrative brilliance and the haunting power of a grown-up fairy tale, Perfume is one of the m.
As his trail leads him, at an ever-quickening pace, from his savage exile to the heart of the country and then back to Paris, we are caught up in a rising storm of terror and mortal sensual conquest until the frenzy of his final triumph explodes in all its horrifying consequences.
Then, secure in his mastery of these means to an end, he withdraws into a strange and agonized solitude, waiting, dreaming, until the morning when he wakes, ready to embark on his monstrous quest: to find and extract from the most perfect living creatures--the most beautiful young virgins in the land-- that ultimate perfume which alone can make him, too, fully human.
At first, he hones his powers, learning the ancient arts of perfume-making until the exquisite fragrances he creates are the rage of Paris, and indeed Europe.
As he leaves childhood behind and comes to understand his terrible uniqueness, his obsession becomes the quest to identify, and then to isolate, the most perfect scent of all, the scent of life itself.
He can smell the very composition of objects, and their history, and where they have been, he has no need of the light, and darkness is not dark to him, because nothing can mask the odors of the universe.
For this dark and sinister boy who has no smell himself possesses an absolute sense of smell, and with it he can read the world to discover the hidden truths that elude ordinary men.
With mounting unease, yet hypnotized, we see him explore his powers and their effect on the world around him.
Slowly, as we watch Jean-Baptiste Grenouille cling stubbornly to life, we begin to realize that a monster is growing before our eyes.
No one will look after him; he is somehow too demanding, and, even more disturbing, something is missing: as his wet nurse tries to explain, he doesn\'t smell the way a baby should smell; indeed, he has no scent at all.
Orphaned, passed over to the monks as a charity case, already there is something in the aura of the tiny infant that is unsettling.
A baby is born under a fish-monger\'s bloody table in a marketplace, and abandoned.
The year is 1738; the place, Paris.
An international sensation from the moment of its publication in Germany last year, this is one of the most extraordinary novels published in years: the Story of a monster loose in 18th-century France and his quest for the perfect perfume
