IN SENSORIUM

A novelist and perfume maker serves up a lyrical memoir, sensuous and sensual, that crosses decades and continents.

Tanaïs, author of the acclaimed novel Bright Lines, brings a millennial sensibility—and a rejection of outmoded mores—to their work as a sharp observer of the world. Refusing old binaries, they move freely among peoples who are bitterly divided. Though descended from Bangladeshi Muslims, the author feels at home in India among Hindus, writing that neither religion “is absolved of brutal violence or enslaving innocent people.” Later, they add, “I celebrate Kali puja. I recite a Buddhist Tara mantra every morning. I probably know more mantras than I do surah in the Quran.” Try to explain such things to “a jaunty Indian bro” at a party, though, and the old walls come back up. Though the Brahmin in question fully grasped the racism wrought of “being brown in America,” he did not carry the memory of genocide that Bangladeshis do—even today, adds Tanaïs, Hindu fascists are stirring up pogroms against India’s Muslims. Much of this evocative memoir is told through the vehicle of perfumes and their history. Scents mark the sex workers of South Asia and the enslaved peoples of Africa, find their way into Ayurvedic and Chinese medicine, and serve to enhance appetite and desire everywhere. Readers with an interest in such things will learn, through Tanaïs’ elegant prose, just about everything about sandalwood essences, rhododendron incense, and “perfume as fluid as language, as lineage, as rivers of sweat.” More, they’ll emerge with a deeper understanding of the many ethnicities that make up South Asia and that merge in the author’s sensibility along with cultural artifacts from America and elsewhere in the West, from manifestations of “radical-vision Buddhism” to the occasional dose of LSD.

A heady pleasure of language in love with the author’s many subjects, and perfectly suited to them.