Georges Simenon's Inspector Maigret is one of the most unusual characters in all of detective fiction. Instead of following the lead set by Edgar Allan Poe in the "tale of ratiocination" and of Arthur Conan Doyle with his wizard of 221b Baker Street, Simenon gives us a gallic policeman who solves...
Not a book to make your acquaintance with the writing of Georges Simenon and his wonderful creation - Chief Inspector Maigret. This is the 8th in the series and perhaps the weakest to date. It is a confusing plot set in Holland; the French police are requested to go to support a French national w...
Simenon, Georges. MAIGRET AND THE MAN ON THE BENCH. (1953). ****. The similarity of plot twists between this novel and “Maigret and the Wine Merchant” is amazing. This, too, involves a man who has lost his job and is afraid to tell his wife about it. He manages to continue to leave the hous...
La particolarità di questo Maigret è che la trama gialla viene in secondo piano rispetto alla vera caratteristica di tutti i romanzi di Simenon che costituisce l’elemento distintivo della sua scrittura e la sua grandezza: l’indagine psicologica dei personaggi. Simenon utilizza una tecnica semplic...
A few weeks ago, I witnessed one of those little internet dramas that one often sees on Goodreads. A person calling himself "Edward" starting leaving comments on my reviews, particularly my long Charlie Hebdo thread. Most of Edward's comments didn't make sense, coming across either as extracts fr...
This novel is about Maigret. Oh sure, there's a murder and an investigation, and we eventually get to know a good deal about the victim and about the suspects, but above all else, we get to know Maigret.Scotland Yard has heard about the famous Maigret, and with the permission of the Paris police ...
Newly translated for this edition. A young Frenchman, Joseph Timar, travels to Gabon carrying a letter of introduction from an influential uncle. He wants work experience; he wants to see the world. But in the oppressive heat and glare of the equator, Timar doesn't know what to do with himself, ...
Maigret's old colleague becomes an unexpected rival in book twenty-four of the new Penguin Maigret series. In everyone's eyes, even the old ladies hiding behind their quivering curtains, even the kids just now who had turned to stare after they had passed him, he was the intruder, the undesirable...
WHEN I WAS OLD: Simenon on Simenon. (1970) George Simenon. ****.Back in 1960, George Simenon bought three leather-bound journals. He planned to leave some kind of written record of his life and career for his sons. It was never his intent to have the journals published. At the time, he was...
One rainy night a canal worker stumbles across the strangled body of Mary Lampson in a stable near Lock 14. The dead woman's husband seems unmoved by her death and is curt and unhelpful when Maigret interviews him aboard his yacht. But gradually Maigret is able to piece together their story--a so...
In Georges Simenon's 1942 novel, Hotel Majestic, Chief Inspector Jules Maigret must solve the murder of an American tycoon's wife whose strangled body is found unceremoniously stuffed into an employee's locker in the basement of a Paris hotel. The tycoon, however, has an alibi (he's been dallying...
A light but satisfying read, which I devoured in an hour or three. Having first seen the French TV series starring Bruno Cremer, and later a BBC version with Michael Gambon (and Minnie Driver as the unfortunate dancer), it was interesting to see how faithful both dramas were to the original text....
Wait, is that title symbolic or did they actually still use the guillotine in 1931? Someone mentions it, but I didn't know if they were being flowery or not...Anyway, this was my introduction to Simenon and his extremely famous (in much of the world) Maigret character, and it was a pretty unique ...
A new translation of this moving novel about the destructive power of greed, book twenty in the new Penguin Maigret series. Poor Cécile! And yet she was still young. Maigret had seen her papers: barely twenty-eight years old. But it would be difficult to look more like an old maid, to move less ...
A young woman who shares an apartment with an elderly aunt returns to police headquarters repeatedly to complain of strange shifts in the position of her furniture during the night. On a particularly busy day the Inspector puts her off just long enough for disaster to strike. Translated by Eileen...
The host welcomed two guests: Professors Sian Reynolds and Peter France. The Maigret book chosen ("La Danseuse du Gai-Moulin" - published 1931 in France) had been recently translated into English by Sian as "The Dancer at the Gai Moulin". Peter was the editor of the “Oxford Guide to Literature in...
Very happy to read this book again, I remember the TV episode with Michael Gambon also with great fondness.Maigret sees a warning note alerting the police of a murder which will take place in Saint-Fiacre, the village where Maigret's mother and father lived and where he was born and grew up. No-o...
Poor old Maigret. This just isn't his week. Everything goes wrong from the start, and it's none of his fault, but there we are--the price of fame.Well, sort of. None of this would have happened if he'd gone home for lunch on time, instead of stopping off for a pastis or four with a workmate and g...
Alors que le couple Maigret se repose quelques jours aux Sables-d'Olonne, Mme Maigret est victime d'une crise d'appendicite. A l'hôpital où elle est soignée, une religieuse implore le commissaire de s'intéresser à « la malade du 15 ». Dans quelles circonstances cette jeune femme est-elle tombée d...
'She's gone to Bourges.' It was to protect Gina's reputation that Jonas had told the little lie. She had often gone off with younger men since their wedding. In fact her family, most of the neighbours - they all knew. How could the timid little bookseller forsee the dumb hostility and suspicion,...
Peg Leg Lapie, a crusty old sailor, is found mysteriously murdered in a most incongruous setting: a picturesque cottage near Paris, where he lived attended only by his young housekeeper, Felicie. But Lapie was not alone Maigret, chief inspector of the Paris police, is sure of it. A man at work in...
Everything in the classroom was damp and grey—the whitewashed walls, the black desks which had been wiped with wet sleeves, the concrete floor which showed every footprint—and when Roger, in his corner by the window, moved his head, it touched the coats hanging on the hooks, with cold drops cling...
ISAAC GOLDBERG ERA VIGILADO DESDE HACIA VARIOS MESES PORQUE SUS NEGOCIOS NO SE CORRESPONDIAN CON SU TREN DE VIDA STOP SOSPECHOSO DE DEDICARSE AL TRAFICO DE JOYAS ROBADAS STOP SIN PRUEBAS STOP VIAJE A FRANCIA COINCIDE CON ROBO DE JOYAS VALORADAS EN DOS MILLONES COMETIDO EN LONDRES HACE QUINCE DIAS...
The Glass Eater … that he’s the finest young man around here there ever was, and that all this could well be the death of his mother. He’s all she’s got. I am absolutely sure that he’s innocent: everybody here is. But the sailors I’ve talked to reckon he’ll be found guilty because civilian courts...
It was made of “solid” walnut in a style fashionable fifty or sixty years ago, and included an enormous mirror-fronted wardrobe.The first thing that struck Maigret as he went in was a canary in a cage, on a table covered with a printed cotton cloth. As soon as he appeared, the bird began hopping ...
The Lineup For a few seconds, about as long as it took the last echoes of the shot to die away, nothing happened. They were all waiting for another. Carl Andersen walked outside and over to a gravel path. It was one of the policemen stationed in the grounds who dashed towa...
So you know that Ronald has been very nice about it all, very much the gentleman; he’s acted throughout just the way you’d expect him to, not even going into one of those cold rages of his, which I don’t know how I could have handled, given the state I was in … Combe hadn’t taken a nosedive, whic...
He also knew that something unusual was happening, though he couldn’t have said what, something missing, a lack, rather than something too much, and when he had roused up sufficiently he realized that what had disturbed him was the silence surrounding the house after the storm that had been ragin...
One was Camus’ L’Étranger, the other Simenon’s La veuve Couderc. Camus’ novel rose to become part of the literary firmament, and is still glittering, intensely studied, and praised—to my mind, overpraised. Simenon’s novel did not drop but settled, so to speak, went the way of the rest of his work...
The Étoile Polaire Marguerite Van de Weert rummaged feverishly in her handbag, in a hurry to show them something. ‘Haven’t you had the Écho de Givet yet?’ And she handed Anna a newspaper cutting. She had a modest smile on her lips. Anna passed the p...
Standing on the doorstep, he was invaded by a strange panic, largely of a physical nature, causing an unpleasant trembling of all his nerves. It reminded him, in a confused way, of the Bible, though he did not try to know exactly what: Adam and Eve realizing they were naked, or perhaps God the Fa...
I don't know whether my love for her began that night, but what I am certain of is that when a little before seven o'clock next morning we took a train, clammy with dampness and cold, I could no longer face the prospect of life without her, and that this woman sitting opposite me, pale and blurre...
The Order Maigret stood up impatiently and, to forestall any potential trick on the part of the two women – the customer could be a messenger from Joseph, for example – he decided to go into the bar himself. ‘What do you want?’ The man seemed so taken aback that, in spite ...
After leaving the cinema, at around eleven thirty, Maigret was calm, a little sluggish, neither nervous nor tense, and this so reminded him of other investigations when, at a specific moment, he’d had the same impression of quiet strength, with at most a hint of uneasiness in the back of his thro...
The Two Husbands ‘Listen, Darchambaux.’ Maigret was standing over the carter of the Providence when he spoke the words, his eyes never leaving the man’s face. His mind elsewhere, he had taken his pipe out of his pocket but made no attempt to fill it. Had he got the reactio...
What happened that afternoon would be added to the modest stock of anecdotes which a smiling Madame Maigret would relate at family gatherings. That Maigret should have got home at two o’clock and gone to bed without having any lunch was not of itself all that unusual, alth...
I looked forward with a certain irony to seeing my wife and daughter go off while I was obliged to stay behind. It was the gendarmes who finally got tired of holding back the crowd. They suddenly broke the cordon and everybody rushed toward the five or six freight cars at the rear of the train. A...
All the same, Maigret had decided to stand outside on the platform of the bus and he was alternately grunting and smiling in spite of himself as he read the morning paper. He was early. It was barely half past eight by his watch when he entered the inspectors’ office at the very moment when Janvi...
The maid brought the tureen of soup just as Ducrau, with a sigh of contentment, was tucking a generous portion of his serviette between his detachable collar and his skin. There was no fire lit, and Madame Ducrau, who felt the cold, had wrapped round her shoulders a black knitted shawl which rese...
“Please sit down, madame.” It was a clumsy, good-natured, dreamy-eyed Maigret who ushered her in and motioned her to a chair directly under the pallid square of light from the window. She sat down in it, assuming exactly the same attitude as in the waiting-room. A dignified attitude, ...
HIRE'S ENGAGEMENT (Les Fiançailles de Mr. Hire) was first published in France in 1933 and in Great Britain in 1956 Translated from the French by Daphne Woodward Contents I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI MR. HIRE'S ENGAGEMENT I THE concierge gave a...
Four pipes arranged in order of size on his desk. A RICH AMERICAN WOMAN STRANGLED IN THE BASEMENT OF THE MAJESTIC. The headline ran across the front page of an evening paper of the day before. To journalists, of course, all American women are always rich. But Maigret’s smile broadened on seeing...
As he crossed the lobby of his hotel, Maigret tensed when a woman rose from a wicker armchair and started walking towards him. She kissed him on both cheeks with a sad smile and clasped his hand, keeping it in hers. ‘This is terrible,’ she moaned. ‘I got here this morning ...
From time to time he put his ear against the communicating door and then went back to his place beside the window; because of the biting cold, he had put on his overcoat and thrust his hands deep into the pockets. At about ten o’clock it struck him that the noise from the ...
The Unexpected Visitor The house was new, and there was something in the studied refinement of its design and building materials that created a feeling of comfort, of crisp, confident modernism and a well-established fortune. Red bricks, freshly repointed; natural stone; a...
The Crook among the Legitimists Arriving for the second time at the Hôtel de la Loire, Maigret responded without warmth to Monsieur Tardivon, who received him with a confidential air, took him to his room and showed him some large yellow envelopes that had arrived for him. They contained the coro...
He was holding out. He would keep on holding out. He had discovered that everything depended on holding out, and that if he did he would get the better of them. Was it really a question of getting the better of them? That was another problem he would have to solve eventually. He had thought a gre...
The Cat in the House When they had left Paris at around three o’clock, the streets were still bustling in the chilly late-autumn sunshine. Shortly afterwards, near Mantes, the lights had come on in the train compartment. Darkness had fallen outside ...
The Skeleton in the Cupboard To stoke his ill humour, he asked the taxi to stop at a poorly lit café in Corbeil and ordered two glasses of marc, one for the driver and the other for himself. The bitter taste of the brandy made his throat constrict, and he said to himself t...
Plus One ‘You’ll agree perhaps, chief inspector, that it’s time we had a serious talk …’ The mayor had said this in a tone of icy formality, and Leroy did not know Maigret well enough yet to judge his reaction from the way he blew out his pipe smoke. A slender grey stream emerged slowly from the ...