Just an over night read really, I think there were three or four exclamation marks more than were strictly necessary (in my opinion) but otherwise it is a little jewel of a piece of writing. A near perfect example of the confessional criminal story. Crime is sin. The criminal through their sinning has alienated themselves from God and communion with the rest of humanity. In their own way they burn to confess, but at the same time they can't bear to do so. But there comes a time when the police priest inquisitor inspector, in this case called Maigret, hears the confession without surprise, he does not offer absolution to the penitent because there is no need to, no word is necessary, Grace has already been received. The plain prison cell is a monastic one in which a soul can win their redemption.
The story opens with Maigret visiting another prisoner with news: do you want the good news first or the bad? The bad news is the President of the Republic has refused your appeal, dawn tomorrow will be your last one, the good news is I have a packet of cigarettes for you. But no ,it is not that type of novel, in truth it is a novel like this: do you want the good news first or the bad? The bad news is the President of the Republic has refused your appeal, dawn tomorrow will be your last one, the good news is the President of the republic is still sincerely concerned about your health and doesn't want you to injure your long term health by smoking.
There is a certain amount of drinking, but poor Maigret only wants beer, even as he is obliged to drink Pernod, brandy and water, and even rum, but he too just wants his beer. This being France in the good old days when there are hardly any telephones or cars about, a spot of honest boozing is not felt to obstruct the pursuit of Justice in any way, perhaps the inspector can even claim for it on his expenses.
I was a little surprised by the last two paragraphs when Maigret joins his wife in her homeland of Alsace. Alsace emerges as the land of purity and innocence, in which a man can wear handsome yellow varnished clogs in good conscience, as opposed to the Paris and environs setting of the novel, a foul basin of the tawdry which invariably results in crime. That juxtaposition seems naive in the context of the novel which specialises in a certain inevitability, businesses will over extend and borrow money to meet their obligations, individuals will likewise over extend and chase after sex and relationships and both coming together will produce unsurprising results, but not in seems in Alsace where your yellow clogs help to keep you pure in mind and bank account.