My thoughts:
Perfume by Patrick Süskind
Patrick Süskind's novel is an extraordinary read; an onslaught against the senses almost from the opening words, as he conjures an olfactory description of 18th century Paris to make the mind whirl.
And there is little let up from then on, as we are drawn into the story of Grenouille, an unwanted accident who barely escapes his mother's murderous intentions before his own cries send her to trial and execution.
This is a child with a difference; beyond his almost feral nature and ability to survive, he has an extraordinary gift – a nose that can discern scents way beyond what normal humans can. Yet as he stands amidst the smells of the French capital, catching the scents with his mouth open – like a cat flehming, Grenouille himself is devoid of odour, an olfactory blank on the pungent pages of life.
Despite his disadvantageous start in life, Grenouille decides to follow his perfect career path as a perfumier. But as he learns the essential skills of his trade, so he starts his subsidiary career as a murderer.
Remarkable storytelling from Süskind, Grenouille is a character who repulses and fascinates at the same time.
It slows down a little in the middle section, where Grenouille becomes a mountain hermit, but the subsequent events and denoument are again first rate.
It raised a number of questions in my mind – what is 'normality' and 'morality', together with the linked question of whether, if one smiles with Grenouille at the culmination of the trial sequence, what does that say about your own 'morality'?
Süskind’s Perfume is a dark and pungent read.