It must have been sometime in college that I read Perfume: The Story of a Murderer by Patrick Suskind. It easily became one of my all-time favorite novels. (It also makes an interesting gift for a new girlfriend, FYI. There are two copies in my house… I’m just sayin’…)
Now I see that they’re releasing a movie based on the novel, and the trailer doesn’t look half bad.
I make no claims for the film, but the book is highly recommended.
Send over one of those copies, hammer head. Daddy is reading like a machine in his unemployed state.
No problem.
Funny - I was just talking about this book with my mother-in-law, who recently toured a perfume factory in France. Really evocative prose. (Guess that english degree DID do something for me, like enable me to use “prose” in a sentence.)
Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever referred to anything as “evocative prose”…
Way to class up the joint, Taara!