Maigret’s vibe is mostly chill here. He may get a little grumpy because he’s tired or hot, but he doesn’t break a sweat, or find himself in any danger. A murder is committed and needs to be solved, and Maigret does what he does and solves it. The end. I was gripped and I gulped it in two sittings – and could’ve read it in one.
Gripping because Maigret. He’s just the best. In general I don’t read crime novels, and I don’t really read and adore the Inspector Maigret series for their plots. I read them for Maigret, and for the way he looks at other characters, especially the criminals who are rarely just flat “bad people” types. What seems to make the Inspector Maigret series outstanding is the humanism with which Simenon imbues his world.
I read them to see how Maigret’s doing, what he’s up to. I love the side glimpses into his personal life, or the little tics and actions and things he says that give his personality away. I’m infatuated with him. I enjoy the moments of him being present with the ordinary. Looking outside his window taking pleasure in the view, filling his pipe, quenching his thirst with a beer, having something delicious for dinner, talking to his wife, considering the weather, feeling deeply connected to his city, thinking about the people he encounters, works with, is investigating.
The writer Deborah Levy said in an interview: ‘I read Georges Simenon’s books to find out what kind of meal Detective Jules Maigret is going to enjoy next.’
And that sums it up. Me too. He’s a delicious character, and I’ve turned several people onto these books who have become similarly addicted.
Charming, moving, tightly written. A no-brainer.