Patrick Süskind has never met a reiteration he didn’t like. If there is more than one way to say a thing, you can bet your bottom dollar that Süskind will say it. Por ejemplo: ‘It all disgusted him. The sudden eruption of renewed fear among the populace had disgusted him, their feverish joy of anticipation disgusted him. The people themselves, every one of them, disgusted him.’ That last line is like a reiteration WITHIN a reiteration. In sum, this 255 p book could have been about 50 p shorter and literally not lost a cent.
And it sounded like such a good idea! Jean-Baptiste Grenouille is a odorless villain (because evil has no scent) with whatever the 20/20 of smelling things is and NO SOUL. He sets out to create the ultimate perfume, for which he must kill and distill a small town’s worth of virgins (so, like, 25). And then they catch him and bring him out to be HUNG but he’s wearing his virgin-perfume and then there is a town-wide orgy. Caused by the perfume.
And if you like a sensuous novel (as in, heavy on the senses) then this will be up your alley. Grenouille smells EVERYTHING, and you will smell it through him. And then probably something bad will happen to you, because the boy is like a black cat and everyone who comes near him ends up falling into a river and drowning afterwards, or something else innocuously fatal.
SO! Not my cuppa virgin-scented perfume, but probably somebody else’s. I bet the movie is unsettlingly awesome.