I have bought this one last Sunday, 13th Aug, and have read it on same day. The name in the title ‘Maigret’ didn’t tell me anything. Also, to disclose in full my complete ignorance, there should be noted that I didn’t hear of this famous Belgian writer till then. When I got home with my self-made gifts, my mom, filled by a cat curiosity, checked my recent acquisitions, and expressed huge surprise that I have bought 2 books of Georges Simenon. My inaudible feedback was, ‘And who is this guy?’
It would have been better to keep my mouth shut, like a true ignoramus that I was! She made me a quick and brief presentation of the facts, who is GS, what he wrote, and so and so forth. And most importantly she taught me how to pronounce ‘Maigret’ and ‘Georges Simenon’. Pity I cannot put sound in this review :D
This is my first read of Georges Simenon and, like the title says, it is a trap. If you happen to have it fallen in your hands, you might be trapped and find out that you’re on the wave of developing a new, strong addiction to a new writer. This happens with me now. Of course, now the sting has been effected, I will have to read more of him.
The strange thing about this book is that it made me feel melancholy and depressed. I guess there is a good reason for that. Anyways, I loved the final paragraphs, it restored my cheerfulness and
joie de vivre
:))
“He slept until six in the evening, in sheets damp with sweat, the window open on to the sounds of Paris, and when at last he reappeared in the dining room, his eyes still puffy, it was to announce to his wife:
‘Tonight, we’re going to the cinema…
Arm in arm, as was their habit.
Madame Maigret asked no questions. She had a feeling he was coming back from a distant place, that he needed to get used to everyday life again, to rub shoulders with ordinary, reassuring people.”