Perfume

Still reading, just couldn’t wait.

As you know, I have a thing for book introductions.

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 story will be told here. 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, Fbuche’s, Bonaparte’s, etc. – has been forgotten today, it is certainly not because Grenouille fell short of those more famous blackguards when it came to arrogance, misanthropy, immorality, or, more succinctly, to wickedness, but because his gifts and his sole ambition were restricted to  a domain that leaves no traces in history: to the fleeting realm of scent.

I have yet to see the movie, yet the book is written so beautifully and focusing on such an intangible aspect of life that I’m very skeptic of their ability to carry it over to the silver screen.

Moonlight knew no colors and traced the contours of the terrain only very softly. It covered the land with a dirty gray, strangling life all night long. This world molded in lead, where nothing moved but the wind that fell sometimes like a shadow over the gray forests, and where nothing lived but the scent of the naked earth, was the only world that he accepted, for it was much like the world of his soul.

Heavily recommended, more excerpts as I wrap up the book.

Have an amazing day.

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