I've watched many a Hollywood movie with a villain who won't die. Gaston Leroux has created just such a human monster: Frederic Larson - thief, murderer, escape artist, and master of disguise.
Larson appeared first in The Mystery of the Yellow Room (1908), then in The Perfume of the Lady in Black (1909). Both are early examples of Golden Age detective fiction, and both are classic locked room mysteries - but they're hardly defined by these categories. Leroux's style is uniquely eccentric and flamboyant.
The Perfume of the Lady in Black is set in a fortified medieval castle on the Cote d'Azur. While sunshine and flowers are generally cheerful things, in this Gothic atmosphere the glaring sea, the blazing sunlight, and the overwhelming aroma of fiercely colorful blossoms take on sinister significance. With everyone wearing sunglasses, there's an uneasy sense of uncertain identities. And in truth, there may be a murderer in their midst...
A sense of dread and confusion hangs over the narrative - only intensified by the odd behavior of the hero - the supremely intelligent amateur detective and journalist Rouletabille. This teenage prodigy is a bundle of nerves and emotions. His feelings for his mother rival a character out of Proust (whose masterpiece was in the future). And his feelings for his father are frankly Oedipal (though Leroux had probably not read Freud).
I dare not even hint at the plot, because the tangled and tortured relationships among the main characters must remain a secret for you to discover. Suffice it to say that the book is a feast of crime, deception, love, passion, and psychological terror. With occasional flashes of humor.
And the description of the fragrance of the Lady in Black is unforgettable. I doubt if there's ever been a more sensuous description of a woman's scent.
I really liked this edition (Dedalus). There's an afterword instead of in a preface - no risk of spoilers! And the analysis of the book, the author, and his contribution to world literature is very well done.