'Henri de Toulouse Lautrec'. His name has the ring of nobility that he does indeed spring from, but I would say he is more at home among the girls of Montmartre.....
Set against the backdrop of Paris in 1883, The Memory of Scent is the story of two French women, Fleur and Babette, and of how their lives diverge when the artist they both model for is found dead.
One lives life on the fringes of the Impressionist movement in a world of colour and music; the other is not so lucky, and following the death of the artist, her life begins to quickly unravel on the streets of Paris.
This is a novel of the senses, in which memory, love and loss are explored and examined, and where the ties which hold us together can also pull us apart.