I don’t know if you have seen “Perfume: The Story of a Murderer” but that used to be one of my favorite movies. When I watched the movie for the first time I still did not know that it was based on a book, and after watching it I wasn’t even sure that the book could possibly be better than what I have just witnessed. I thought that Perfume was one of these rare occasions when the movies are if not batter, at least as good as the book.
It took me thirteen years to forget enough of the details of the movie so that I could read the book. If I have to be completely honest I saw an advert on TV that they were going to broadcast the movie at the end of the week, so I decided that the time to read the book and compare it with the movie has come.
And so I did. I finished the book on the same day the movie was on TV. I have to tell you, I was so very wrong. Patrick Suskind is a genius. It’s not that the movie is not nice, it’s just that the book has so much more to offer. I should not have worried all this time, I could have read the book after I first watched Perfume for all the similarities there are between the two. I was amazed and dazed by the book. I was disgusted and thrilled. I pitied and hated Jean-Baptiste Grenouille. I felt sad and relieved at the end. To say it shortly, I was left conflicted and in awe.