Friday, 1 April 2016

Domestic Goblin's First Book Review

Title: Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
Author: Patrick Suskind
Genre: Historical crime fiction
Star rating: 5/5

Summary: This novel introduces a partially anosmic reader to a huge vocabulary of odours and entrances you whilst you follow the protagonist's journey into becoming the greatest perfumer of all time. Certainly, a rose amongst the foul stench of eighteenth-century France.

Main review
Perfume: The Story of a Murderer first came to my attention in 2012 whilst proofreading a Sixth Form student's essay on the book. Her comments were so interesting, I felt compelled to read a copy soon afterwards. I was absorbed from the very first line right through to the end. I even discussed this with the student and was able to give further insight into how she can enhance the content of her essay.

Perfume: The Story of a Murderer recounts the tale of Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, born with no smell of his own, gifted with the best nose in Paris. He had a keen and precise sense of smell and after his evanescent encounter with the girl from the rue des marais and the girl from behind the wall, he soon realised that life would have no meaning until he was able to preserve and possess their scent; their radiant aura; the best perfume in the world. In order to do this, Grenouille needed the essence of 25 virgins produced by cold-oil enfleurage. 

It is actually the events before Grenouille arrives in Grasse murdering virgins that I find most entertaining. We are introduced to:
  • Giuseppe Baldini - an old perfumer and glover who took Grenouille on as an apprentice
  • The mountain of solitude where Grenouille sought olfactory peace for seven years
  • Grenouille's purple castle - his private scent world
  • The Marquis de la Taillade Espinasse who attempts to restore Grenouille's health using fluidum vitale.
The author's use of oxymorons is peppered throughout the novel with great effect. For example, "disgustingly good" was used by Baldini to describe his competitor's perfume. This adds comedy value as even though his competitor was nothing but a vinegar maker (and wasn't even a trained perfumer!), Baldini still had to admit that upon smelling the perfume, his competitor was a virtuoso.

Even though the protagonist is an abominable murderer, as a reader, you almost sympathise with him and almost condone his actions as merely an obsession with achieving his long awaited precious scent. He did not love another human being, he loved their scent. He manages to distance himself from the actual bodies and views them as disembodied scent. The fact that his first 24 victims were not given names, just a brief physical description provides a certain anonymity to the reader and does not allow us to develop attachments to them.

What I also liked about this book is the author's description of the scents Grenouille creates and the descriptions of smells by other characters. In Runel's laboratory, he created the scent of humanness - the aura of personal odour, which consisted of a disgusting base layered with fresh oily scents and then simultaneously disguised and tamed with a bouquet of fine floral oils and diluted twice.

Overall, this is a well written story that I will re-read over and over again and takes pride of place in my book collection. Those who have an interest in fragrances or an interest in reading fragrance reviews should appreciate the book for it's huge vocabulary of odours. 


Copyright J. Chan/Domestic Goblin
This review followed the book review format of Book Worm.



Leaving Cambridge by Xu Zhimo

Quietly now I leave the Cam,
As quietly as I came.
Gently wave farewell the clouded
Western sky aflame— 

There the golden willow stands
a bride of sunset’s glow.
How its dancing ripples glint
and stir my heart below; 

Crowded rushes wave in water
bouncing with the weed
flowing slick by soft-soil’d banks—
I long to thus proceed! 

Duckweed-crumpled rainbow’s pool
of iridescent dream
pure as springs ’neath elmtree’s bough—
O search the shrouded stream; 

Punt toward the yonder whence
the emerald fields lie;
Return with joyous song engulfed
by tranquil starlit sky. 

But as for me, I cannot sing
this muted summer’s evening;
Even insects hush, as silence
plays the flute for leaving. 

Stealth’ly now I part from Cam,
As bid farewell I must.
Waving sleeve so gently lest
a cloudspeck I should dust.


Ezekiel 25:17

Food and drink eaten/ordered/referenced in Pulp Fiction:

Blueberry pancakes and five sausages 

Quarter Pounder with Cheese
Royale with Cheese

Big Kahuna Burger
Big Kahuna Sprite

Douglas Sirk Steak
Vanilla Coke

Durward Kirby Burger
Five Dollar Milkshake

Frosted Cinnamon Toaster Pastries


Petit Dejeuner

Domestic Goblin's Favourite Breakfasts

Congee and stir-fried noodles, Hong Kong style.

Toasted waffles or Scotch pancakes served with yoghurt and blueberries.

Avocado on toast with two eggs (poached or fried).

Hash browns, fried mushrooms and fried eggs (plus spaghetti hoops if feeling extra naughty).

Crunchy peanut butter on toast.

Cereal with cold coconut milk or oat milk (raisin wheats, rice crispies or crunchy nut cornflakes).

Porridge (plain with non-dairy milk, blueberries and chia seeds and grated dark chocolate on top). 

Croissants with jam.

Soft-boiled eggs.




The Wrong Shape

Queer thing
Vestibule
A stormy evening of olive and silver

Radical radishes
Conservative jams
Socialist chimney-sweeps

A large lemon moon
Forest of high grass

Sky was of a vivid violet-blue
Nocturnal but bright

Thousand arms of the forest
Bleak and brilliant

Like splintered ice



* Poem inspired by The Complete Father Brown Stories written by G. K. Chesterton *


The Scented Word

Excerpts from 'The Book of Scented Things'


Like a priest tipsy on communion wine

a Catholic smell

We've been bathing in Christmas trees

lemon doughnut

An angel's share of whiskey is taken from a barrel by the air

what else would grief 
smell like if not black 
shadows in the cornfield, if not 
the moon's slow bone caught 
in the bullfrog's throat?

tiny perfect violence

on the hero's beach

The devil's cameo is bland

freshly washed with bucket water

ice cream sandwiches

graying amber light

fire ant jam

lime-tree bowers



Danvers Retreat

An Interaction between Sarah Mulgrew and Father Brown:


~ Romans 10:10
For, with the heart, we believe unto justice but, with the mouth we confess unto salvation.

~ Genesis 18:4
But I will fetch a little water, and wash ye your feet, and rest ye under a tree.

~ Genesis 23:4
I am a stranger and a sojourner with you: give me a possession of a burying place, that I may bury my dead...

~ John 1:1
In beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.

~ John 11:25
I am the resurrection and the life. He that believeth  in me, although he be dead, shall live.

~ Matthew 9:22
Take heart, daughter, your faith has healed you.



* Information derived from the Father Brown episode 2:2 - Maddest of All *

Kembleford


Elizabeth Arvon Roseberry Crush Lipstick

Chateau La Ponte

Punkah Wallah

I work in the garden of God rooting out evil and planting virtue

For what shall it profit a man, if he gain the whole world and suffer the loss of his soul. MARK 8:36


Ecclesiastical Security

Basic Hierarchy of the Roman Catholic Church:

Pope (Supreme Pontiff, Bishop of Rome, Sovereign of Vatican City)
Cardinal Secretary of State
Cardinal
Archbishop
Bishop
Canon
Parish Priest 
Deacon


Basic Hierarchy of the Church of England:

British Monarch (Supreme Governor, Defender of the Faith)
Archbishop of Canterbury (Primate of All England) 
Archbishop of York (Primate of England)
Bishop
Archdeacon
Dean
Parish Priest/Vicar/Pastor
Curate



* This post is dedicated to Father Ford - my favourite priest of Our Lady Immaculate *