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- -=EGReSS PRODUCTIONS INC=-
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- present:
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- Chapter 1 of Patrick Suskind's
- "PERFUME"
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- Summary:
- Once upon a time, in eighteenth-century France, there lived a human
- monster unlike anything mankind has ever known. Enter the world of an evil
- genius, a murderer so depraved that only the most hideous crimes could
- satisfy his lust.......a killer who lives to possess the essence of young
- virgins.......a vampire of scent, whose bloody, insane quest takes him beyond
- the boundaries of love.......and death.
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- Chapter One
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- 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, Fouche'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,
- immortality, or, more, succinctly, to wickedness, but because his gifts and his
- sole ambition were restricted to a domain that leaves no trace in history: to
- the fleeting realm of scent.
- In the period of which we speak, there reigned in the cities a stench
- barely conceivable to us modern men and women. The streets stank of manure,
- the courtyards of urine, the stairwells stank of moldering wood and rat
- droppings, the kitchens of spoiled cabbage and mutton fat; the unaired
- parlors
- stank of stale dust, the bedrooms of greasy sheets, damp featherbeds, and the
- pungently sweet aroma of chamber pots. The stench of sulfur rose from the
- chimneys, the stench of caustic lyes from the tanneries, and from the
- slaughterhouses came the stench of congealed blood. People stank of sweat
- and unwashed clothes; from their mouths came the stench of rotting teeth,
- from their bellies that of onion, and from their bodies, if they were no longer
- very young, came the stench of rancid cheese and sour milk and tumorous
- disease. The peasant stank as did the priest, the apprentice as did his
- master's wife, the whole of the aristocracy stank, even the king himself stank,
- stank like a rank lion, and the queen like an old goat, summer and winter.
- For in the eighteenth century there was nothing to hinder bacteria busy at
- decomposition, and so there was no human activity, either constructive or
- destructive, no manifestation of germinating or decaying life that was not
- accompanied by stench.
- And of course the stench was foulest in Paris, for Paris was the largest
- city in France. And in turn there was a spot in Paris under the sway of a
- particularly fiendish stench: between the rue aux Fers and the rue de la
- Ferronnerie, the Cimetiere des Innocents to be exact. For eight hundred years
- the dead had been brought here from the Hotel-Dieu and from the
- surrounding parish churches, for eight hundred years, day in, day out,
- corpses by the dozens had been carted here and tossed into long ditches,
- stacked bone upon bone for eight hundred years in the tombs and charnel
- houses. Only later-on the eve of the Revolution, after several of the grave
- pits had caved in and the stench had driven the swollen graveyard's
- neighbors to more than mere protest and to actually insurrection-was it finally
- closed and abandoned. Millions of bones and skulls were shoveled into the
- catacombs of Montmartre and in its place a food market was erected.
- Here, then, on the most putrid spot in the whole kingdom, Jean-
- Baptiste Grenouille was born on July 17, 1738. It was one of the hottest days
- of the year. The heat lay leaden upon the graveyard, squeezing its putrefying
- vapor, a blend of rotting melon and the fetid odor of burnt animal horn, out
- into the nearby alleys. When the labor pains began, Grenouille's mother was
- standing at a fish stall in the rue aux Fers, scaling whiting that she had just
- gutted. The fish, ostensibly taken that very morning from the Seine, already
- stank so vilely that the smell masked the odor of corpses. Grenouille's mother,
- however, perceived the odor neither of the fish nor of the corpses, for her
- sense of smell had been utterly dulled, besides which her belly hurt, and the
- pain deadened all susceptibility to sensate impressions. She only wanted the
- pain to stop, she wanted to put this revolting birth behind her as quickly as
- possible. It was her fifth. She had effected all the others here at the fish
- booth, and all had been stillbirths or semi-stillbirths, for the bloody meat
- that had emerged had not differed greatly from the fish guts that lay there
- already, nor had lived much longer, and by evening the whole mess had been
- shoveled away and carted off to the graveyard or down to the river. It would
- be much the same this day, and Grenouille's mother, who was still a young
- woman, barely in her mid-twenties, and who still was quite pretty and had
- almost all her teeth in her mouth and some hair on her head and-except for
- gout and syphilis and a touch of consumption-suffered from no serious
- disease, who still hoped to live for a while yet, perhaps a good five or ten
- years, and perhaps even to marry one day and as the honorable wife of a
- widower with a trade or some such to bear real children.......Grenouille's
- mother wished that it were already over. And when the final contractions
- began, she squatted down under the gutting table and there gave birth, as
- she had done four times before, and cut the newborn thing's umbilical cord
- with her butcher knife. But then, on account of the heat and the stench,
- which she did not perceive as such but only as an unbearable, numbing
- something-like a field of lilies or a small room filled with too many daffodils-
- she grew faint, toppled to one side, fell out from under the table into the
- street, and lay there, knife in hand.
- Tumult and turmoil. The crowd stands in a circle around her, staring,
- someone hails the police. The woman with the knife in her hand is still lying
- in the street. Slowly she comes to.
- What has happened to her?
- "Nothing."
- What is she doing with that knife?
- "Nothing."
- Where does the blood on her skirt come from?
- "From the fish."
- She stands up, tosses the knife aside, and walks off to wash.
- And then, unexpectedly, the infant under the gutting table begins to
- squall. They have a look, and beneath a swarm of flies and amid the offal and
- fish heads they discover a the newborn child. They pull it out. As prescribed
- by law, they give it to a wet nurse and arrest the mother. And since she
- confesses, openly admitting that she would definitely have let the thing
- perish, just as she had with those other four by the way, she is tried, found
- guilty of multiple infanticide, and a few weeks later decapitated at the place
- de Greve.
- By that time the child had already changed wet nurses three times. No
- one wanted to keep it for more than a couple of days. It was too greedy, they
- said, sucked as much as two babies, deprived the other sucklings of milk and
- them, the wet nurses, of their livelihood, for it was impossible to make a
- living nursing just one babe. The police officer in charge, a man named La
- Fosse, instantly wearied of the matter and wanted to have the child sent to a
- halfway house for foundlings and orphans at the far end of the rue Saint-
- Antoine, from which transports of children were dispatched daily, to the great
- public orphanage in Rouen. But since these convoys were made up of porters
- who carried bark baskets into which, for reasons of economy, up to four
- infants were placed at a time; since therefore the mortality rate on the road
- was extraordinarily high; since for that reason the porters were urged to
- convey only baptized infants and only those furnished with an official
- certificate of transport to be stamped upon arrival in Rouen; since the babe
- Grenouille had neither been baptized nor received even so much as a name to
- inscribe officially on the certificate of transport; since, moreover, it would
- not have been good form for the police anonymously to set a child at the
- gates of the halfway house, which would have been the only way to dodge the
- other formalities.......thus, because of a whole series of bureaucratic and
- administrative difficulties that seemed likely to occur if the child were
- shunted aside, and because time was short as well, officer La Fosse revoked
- his original decision and gave instructions for the boy to be handed over on
- written receipt to some ecclesiastical institution or other, so that there they
- could baptize him and decide his further fate. He got rid of him at the
- cloister of Saint-Marri in the rue Saint-Martin. There they baptized him with
- the name Jean-Baptiste. And because on that day the prior was in a good
- mood and the eleemosynary fund had not yet been exhausted, they did not
- have the child shipped to Rouen, but instead pampered him at the cloister's
- expense. To this end, he was given to a wet nurse named Jeanne Bussie who
- lived in the rue Saint-Denis and was to receive, until further notice, three
- francs per week for her trouble.
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- (c)opyright 4.30.94
- story (c)opyright 1985
- English translation (c)opyright 1986
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