So this is the only of the novels I happened to have come across/gathered in my time by Simenon that was not one of the Maigret mysteries. This is a family novel or perhaps a kind of coming of age novel (it’s hard to call it exactly this because the whole of it takes place in a few weeks), that was published in 1966. Because of a few factors, it’s very different from the Maigret novels. One, obviously, it’s not a mystery. There’s a small amount of tension that grows throughout the novel, but it’s subtle and while the tension is real and painful in its own right, that smallness and difference from the mysteries is real. And of course, as no one gets murdered in this novel, the tension is less explosive. The Maigret novels are designed to unlock the hidden clues mysteries have once we’re upon them. Maigret does not really care what motivates killers outside of how those motivations are part of a set of knowable facts that help him to solve the crimes.
Two, this novel is much more recent than the first six or so of the novels in this review. Simenon was 28 or so when the first of the novels were published, and he’s in his 60s for this one. That difference comes through.
Three, this novel is about a family and especially about youth.
So this novel is about Andre Bar, a young student living in Nice and studying for his matriculation exams. They are coming up in a few weeks, and while he’s studying a lot, he’s also recently become acquainted with Francine, the daughter of a couple who are friends with his father (both his father and her father are doctors). Francine and Andre go on a few dates and what becomes clear is that Andre has a normal set of problems, and is more or less handling them ok, but they are growing in their ways and he’s being asked to take on too much at home. The problem are large, by an objective accounting, and his father is mostly able to keep them from Andre, but what is occurring is that his mother is asking Andre to take on a lot of the stress she’s feeling personally, and be the confessional of the title of the novel, and his father, while trying to shield Andre from this, is doing the same thing himself. This is a smallish and conservative take on a lot of contemporary novels, where the author might feel the need to artificially inject additional stress or drama into the situation, which might make it more exciting, but would also make it more extraordinary. This is a decidedly ordinary story.