دوستان میخوایم راجع به «عطر» از «پاتریک زوسکید» داستانی که مثل به طبل ، تووخالیه ، حرف بزنیم.
از معرفی کننده های کتاب خواستم که اثری رو با تم دو تا از بهترین کتاب هایی که خوندم «تونل» از ساباتو و «کلکسیونر» از فالز عزیز بهم معرفی کنن و اینگونه بود که با عطری آشنا شدم که یکسال و خورده‌ای گوشه کتابخونه من خاک خورده بود ، البته تا پریشب...!
داستان از زبان نویسنده معاصر آلمانی روایت میشه که هدفش خلق جامعه فرانسه در 200سال قبل از وقت خودشه. خب...همینجا یه ادعا بزرگ داریم.خلق فضایی در باب گذشته نیازمند پژوهش و استفاده از زبان قدیمه تا فضای قدیم برای من مخاطب ملموس تر باشه.لذا اینکه «زوسکید» اصلا هدفش پرداختن به فضای گذشته نیست.بدون هیچ جزئیاتی و استفاده از اصطلاحات قدیمی صرفا داره داستانی رو روایت میکنه که باز داستان ادعاش قد کوهه و چیزی که ما میبینیم در حد کاه.
داستان درباره زندگی یه قاتله. اول این رو بگم کتاب در قرن 20 نوشته شده پس طبیعتا انتظار داریم خرافه حداقل نداشته باشیم.اما خرافه داریم.از وقتی که بچه بدنیا میاد حس شوم بودن داره...شوخیه؟
بعد نویسنده هدفش اینه که بزرگ شدن بچه رو سخت جلوه بده ولی در کمال تعجب میبینیم الگو برداری شده از آلیور تویست دیکنزه و اصلا هم بچه شر بنظر نمیرسه.
نه اختلالات روانی ، نه مسئله‌ای ، نه درگیری هیچ چیزی وجود نداره که ما قاتل رو با انگیزه درست و حسابی ببینیم.صفر. بعد به قتل اول نگاه کنید: صرفا قاتل برای اینکه از بوی دختر خوشش اومده اون رو میکشه و لباس هاش رو در میاره و اون رو بو میکنه.
قتل هم ، نویسنده خیلی سریع ازش رد میشه. جوری که هیچ حسی رو در ما برانگیخته نمیکنه. این انگیزه قتل رو میذارم به عهده شما که بگین چقدر با عقل جور درمیاد؟
به یاد بیارید ، «نقاش» رو در «تونل» چقدر این درگیر ذهنی که برای قاتل درست میشه اون رو به جنونی برای کشتن معشوقش میکشونه. من به اون میگم انگیزه قتل اما به این ، نمیدونم چی بگم.
شخصیت ها ، استروتیپیک و درگیرشده در کلیشه‌اند.به حدی که شخصیت که سهله ، تیپ هم نمیشن.در حد اسم باقی میمونن.

سر مجموع نه تنها از خوانش ، که از خرید «عطر» از «زوسکید» هم پشیمونم و بنظرم اثری بی ارزش و غیر انسانیه.

Θα το χαρακτήριζα σκοτεινό παραμύθι. Ο συγγραφέας καταπιάνεται με μια ωραιότατη και πρωτότυπη ιδέα, την οποία αναπτύσσει αριστουργηματικά. Ο βασικός χαρακτήρας πραγματικά "ζωντανεύει" στη φαντασία σου και η πλοκή,μαζί με το ιστορικό πλαίσιο που περιβάλλει την όλη ιστορία του βιβλίου, σε κάνουν να μην χάσεις το ενδιαφέρον σου ούτε σε μια σελίδα. αγνόησε το γεγονός ότι έχεις δεί την ταινία,σχετίζεται ελάχιστα με το βιβλίο.

El viaje comienza de inmediato, a una ciudad convulsionada, contradictoria, plagada de hedores y perfumes. Como claroscuros, pero odoríferos. Imposible no recorrerla, no escudriñarla con la nariz arrugada y no imaginar a sus habitantes. Estamos ahí como por arte de magia. Cortesía de un autor extraordinario.
El inodoro Grenuille, además de inodoro (!), es abandónico, marginal y repulsivo. Y tiene un olfato prodigioso. Sus "cualidades" no nos moverán a misericordia pero, sorprendentemente, tampoco a un odio visceral. Advertimos que no tuvo muchas oportunidades, más allá de su malvada naturaleza. Y es en esa naturaleza cruel, en la soledad infinita de este ser y en la aún más cruel reacción de sus congéneres, donde reside lo provocativo de esta asombrosa novela.
Una novela de contrastes, con toques de macabra sensualidad y humor, donde vale la pena meter la nariz (Ejem, sí, ya termino..)
La triste historia de Grenuille, el hombre que no amaba a nadie y solo amaba a la fragancia.

على كل من يريد كتابة رواية أن يقرأ هذا الكتاب، عله يتخلص من شيء من بلاهة المؤلفين، رواية عظيمة، بل تقترب من الكمال

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Ugh nie cierpię tej książki. Koszmarnie nie moja. A ilość słowa „olfaktorycznie” to naprawdę dramat, ale to już chyba kwestia tłumaczenia. Nic mi się w niej nie podobało :(

Smell, they say, is the strongest of the senses.

Hmmmmm,

I remember a time, years ago, on the beach.
I could smell the lake, the night air
Feel the Harley spinning out of control as it hit the sand. No pain just
The smell of wet leather and silk
Bob Seger singing
Moonlit endless sand
The taste of beer and cigarettes
His scent……..mine….mingled.

That’s the thing about smell; it commands an immediate and visceral response. It is instinctive, automatic; void of conscious thought or will, all the while affecting a wide range of behaviours; emotion, motivation …..memory.

Perfume is an olfactory experience. Murder most monstrous is afoot. Suskind takes you on a bloody, smelly, insane quest.

Книга оставляет двоякое чувство. С одной стороны, автор – действительно превосходный рассказчик, тут сомнений нет, и сочувствие униженному герою поначалу нравится, с другой стороны, возникает ряд вопросов. Омерзительна сама идея мацерации (извлечение запахов через настаивание в жире – термин из ароматерапии) запахов из людей, причем после их смерти. Тут же возникают этические вопросы – кажутся ли или нет евгенические нотки? На мой взгляд, книга - из жанра фантастический хоррор. Очевидно, что Жан-Батист Гренуй - маньяк, а не просто убийца. Есть перекличка с Фаулзовским «Коллекционером», но Зюскинд скуп на раскрытие эмоций и духовного мира и переживаний его героев, причем не только Гренуя, и это - очевидный недостаток романа. Единственное, что мы знаем о Гренуе - это то, что он не любил размышлять, и что он ненавидел людей. Двоякость реакций толпы на одни и те же духи, сделанные из запаха красивейших девушек, вызывает когнитивный диссонанс. В одном случае, палачи склоняют свои орудия казни и освобождают осужденного, а толпа зрителей предаются оргии, подобно Босховскому «Саду наслаждений», а в другом, толпа не просто раздирает на куски, а буквально живьем съедает Гренуя. Любая книга имеет идеи, которые автор хочет донести до людей, чему учит эта история. Здесь я не могу понять – чему Зюскинд пытается нас научить или какую мысль донести. Фантастика, даже в историческом фоне, по сути выдумка. Но хорошая фантастика тем не менее имеет идеи.

هذه الرواية لا تُقرَأ فقط.
بل يُترَك شذاها يتغلغل إلى جيوبك الأنفية لتتشممها ببطء !

أنصح بها لمن يبحث عن الفكرة الغريبة المُبهرة، وروعة الأسلوب معاً.

Wow, another modern Classic brilliantly written and intriguingly absorbing with so much magical imagination and originality. The story was so easy to follow and you could not put it down. Some of my favourite parts of France such as Vence, Antibes and Grasse are used as locations which added to my delight.

A disgust of Humanity and our traits are cleverly woven into the story.

I’ve never seen the word “Olfactory” used so often in the same book, but come on that’s what it’s about!!

Perhaps I need to consider a name change to “Graham olfactory inks”

This is it. This is the worst book I've ever read. It has unseated On the Road by Jack Kerouac.

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What in the fresh hell was this.

Okay so I have thoughts. Perfume: The Story of a Murderer is about this guy, Jean-Baptiste who is basically a scent savant and psycho. All he cares about is smell and he hates people. He is the best perfumer ever and can smell anything. He can control people with smell! He soon finds that the most amazing, best smell of all is... you guessed it... the smell of virgin women. (sigh. eye roll.) The only way to capture and keep that smell is by murdering them and basically distilling them into scent. Wild times. Chaos ensues.

This book is certainly unique. There is a huge emphasis on scent (the good, the bad, and the ugly) and the perfume making process. Suskind goes into great detail of perfumery, which is sometimes interesting and other times a bit much. The whole book revolves around how Jean-Baptiste sees the world: in the form of scent. Unfortunately, there wasn't a lot of heart to it.

The writing style is very distant which does contribute to some of the horror element, however I can't say it did anything beyond that. Reading about Jean-Baptiste's heinous actions in a detached way can definitely contribute to the creepiness of the book, but it also just wasn't engrossing. All of the crazy stuff only happens in the last 20% of the book. I must also say I'm not a fan of horror, so horror for horror's sake may be others' cup of tea, but I'm not a big fan of it.

I just didn't get the point. I love reading about villains but I like them more from the perspective of a character study. Everything in this book felt one-dimensional and flat. Jean-Baptiste's motivations aren't compelling and he's just a pathetic guy, and I just didn't care about his story. Until the last 20%, the book slowly plods along. Jean Baptiste is never met with any true conflict and anything he sets out to do he achieves. There was nothing about him that I liked or interested me. Which, maybe some would enjoy with how cray he is, but for me I need something aside from "see how crazy this person can be." I think a big issue for me is that Jean Baptiste and his evilness is not grounded in any sense of reality so there wasn't anything I could get at. I generally love villains, but in those books the villain is succumbing to the pitfalls of ego/fame, obsessive love, beauty, abuse, etc. etc. None of that applies here.

How Suskind used and described virgins in this book was not my fave. Of course female virgins are the zenith of scent, and they smell different from their "deflowered" counterparts. "Budding breasts" were described in detail along with their pre-pubescent qualities and it's just... not my fave. Yeah I get that JB is supposed to be awful, but why do all these male authors have to fall into this obnoxious thing that's been done hundreds of times before. It's like when a male author wants to make a villain, they just make the victims the "pure and special" young beautiful virgins. It's old. It's tired. I then couldn't understand or care about any of the goals or desires of our main character. I didn't understand why our main character cared so much as he has no reason to care about the smell of virgins, and his character doesn't fit into that. You have to really buy that the smell of virgins is so amazing + pure, to which I'm just like... ??? I found it all tired and uninteresting.

I've read plenty of books with heinous, villainous characters, and I enjoyed them because they were compelling and I wanted to learn more about their twisted motivations. With Perfume, I just didn't care about anything or anyone. I also want to add that I'm not big on the horror genre (in particular, I don't like body horror) and sometimes things that happen in horror books/movies can bother me a bit. (I felt this when I read Crimson Kiss or watched The Exorcist.) I understand that this is a "me" problem, and others like the shocking aspects of horror, so take this with a grain of salt.

The ending was very crazy and shocking and full of wtaf moments. Which, I guess congrats to Patrick Suskind because the shock value was there. But it came off as just that- shock value with no real meaning or substance. I think this may also be why I'm generally not a horror fan. Perhaps that's what's to be expected? Shocking, OTT things happen all the time with horror so I'm sure many can appreciate it, but for me that just doesn't work. The ending was just gross and could be hilarious with how outlandish it was. I hate shock for the sake of shock so I was not liking it, but I guess it was what Suskind intended.

I came away from this book getting nothing from it. And I've liked other horror/gothic books I've read (Wuthering Heights, Mexican Gothic, The Picture of Dorian Gray, A Ladder to the Sky) that feature crazy evil people. This is not what I want from my books and frankly I come away from this with a vague distaste in my mouth. Which could be the point, because horror, but I still believe even with horror you should get something out of the book outside of shock. Or I'm not the ideal target for this book. Who knows.

The premise is certainly unique. But it went more and more downhill as I kept reading, to the point where I can say I hated it. However your mileage may vary.

Despite its name, Perfume is not a pleasant book. Quite the opposite, it is terrifying and gore for the most part. The perfume the author builds between the pages reeks. It is a combination of what is worse in humans: body odor, vileness, jealousy, pride, and finally murder.

Since the novel is a classic (and a movie), I suppose the plot might be fairly well known so I will resume it a few words. We begin in the slums of Paris in the eighteen century where a baby boy is born and dumped in the trash. His lungs are quite powerful and it screams his way out and into the cold world. The little boy is passed around from caretaker to caretaker until it becomes obvious there is something quite different about him. Baptiste Grenouille has an incredible smell while he does not have any body odor himself. He also possesses an amazing capacity to survive through disease, hard work and unfriendly individuals. After learning all about the smells of Paris he decides he wants to create fragrances and becomes an apprentice to one of the oldest perfumers in Paris. As you can imagine, Batiste proves to be genius at creating new smells but he also becomes obsessed to find the perfect fragrance which in the end it will lead to murder.

Perfume is an original and unique novel and similar to some smells, it both repulsed and entranced me until the last page. It is about the creation of a genius and a monster, about the stinks of Paris and the enticing world of perfumery. The writing is not always perfect, it a bit dated but still it was a book like I’ve never read before. Recommend but not for everyone, something I keep saying a lot lately. It seems my reading choices are a bit creepy lately

Por primera vez en su vida, Grenouille se dio cuenta de que no tenía un olor propio. Se dio cuenta de que siempre había sido nadie para todos. Lo que ahora sentía, era el temer su propio olvido. Era como si no existiera.

Patrick Süskind nos relata un asesino serial que mataba solamente a mujeres para apresar su olor y crear el perfume perfecto, debido a que él carecía de uno. Esto tiene una connotación fuerte y profunda. Jean-Baptiste Grenouille estaba en la búsqueda del reconocimiento, del amor, la atávica necesidad de ser amado.

El autor nos presenta a un hombre que careció de amor desde el nacimiento, lo que hace cuestionarnos si la lucha moral pierde por norma.