This literary and mildly fantastical novel is all about a wretched soul, born in Paris in the 1700s with a seemingly superhuman ability to smell. He also turns out to be a bit of a pyschopath.

Not quite sure whether there is some sort of allegorical element to things but if nothing else, it impresses due to the sheer variety and eloquence with which it conveys fragrance. It also manages to paint a vivid and abrupt picture of the grotesque and macabre. Perhaps it is a comment on the sheer variance of humanity from sheer beauty to utter repulsiveness. I think they made a film starring Ben Wishaw. I won’t lie, I’ll probably give it a miss. Enjoyble read though and not too long so if you don’t like it, no harm done.

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