Nel corso della sua carriera Maigret aveva interrogato migliaia, decine di migliaia di persone: alcune occupavano posizioni di prestigio, altre erano famose per la loro ricchezza e altre ancora figuravano tra i più intelligenti criminali internazionali.Eppure attribuiva a quell’interrogatorio un’importanza che non aveva mai attribuito a nessun altro, e non per la posizione sociale di Gouin né per la fama di cui godeva in tutto il mondo.Capiva che Lucas fin dall’inizio del caso si chiedeva perché non andasse direttamente a fare delle domande precise al professore, e che ancora adesso il brav’uomo era sconcertato dal malumore del capo.Maigret non poteva confessare la verità né al suo ispettore né ad altri, e nemmeno a sua moglie. A essere sinceri, non osava formularla chiaramente neanche a se stesso.
Georges Joseph Christian Simenon (1903 – 1989) was a Belgian writer. A prolific author who published nearly 500 novels and numerous short works, Simenon is best known as the creator of the fictional detective Jules Maigret. Although he never resided in Belgium after 1922, he remained a Belgian citizen throughout his life.
Simenon was one of the most prolific writers of the twentieth century, capable of writing 60 to 80 pages per day. His oeuvre includes nearly 200 novels, over 150 novellas, several autobiographical works, numerous articles, and scores of pulp novels written under more than two dozen pseudonyms. Altogether, about 550 million copies of his works have been printed.
He is best known, however, for his 75 novels and 28 short stories featuring Commissaire Maigret. The first novel in the series, Pietr-le-Letton, appeared in 1931; the last one, Maigret et M. Charles, was published in 1972. The Maigret novels were translated into all major languages and several of them were turned into films and radio plays. Two television series (1960-63 and 1992-93) have been made in Great Britain.
During his "American" period, Simenon reached the height of his creative powers, and several novels of those years were inspired by the context in which they were written (Trois chambres à Manhattan (1946), Maigret à New York (1947), Maigret se fâche (1947)).
Simenon also wrote a large number of "psychological novels", such as La neige était sale (1948) or Le fils (1957), as well as several autobiographical works, in particular Je me souviens (1945), Pedigree (1948), Mémoires intimes (1981).
In 1966, Simenon was given the MWA's highest honor, the Grand Master Award.
In 2005 he was nominated for the title of De Grootste Belg (The Greatest Belgian). In the Flemish version he ended 77th place. In the Walloon version he ended 10th place.
A quite remarkable story about the death of a brain surgeon's mistress who lived in the same apartment building as he and his wife. Lots of examples of police work in the case as the investigation begins. The various delegated tasks given show how the police enquiries revolve around Maigret, and how he remains the lead detective. He continues to conduct the main questioning of the witnesses and suspects. He becomes fascinated in the doctor and the various women in his life all it would seem adore him and would be prepared to lie for him. When it happens that the deceased had a younger boyfriend he is suspected especially when he disappears. However, learning that Lulu was pregnant seems to Maigret the most important factor in the case. Beautifully written, full of realistic dialogue Simenon shows his understanding of human interactions. This makes for a tense and compelling story which is like many great whodunnits as the solution to the crime is only revealed close to the end of the novel, That the answer should occur during his questioning of the doctor who mirrors Maigret in many ways delivers a climatic conclusion where you think the great detective may be thoroughly disappointed. Although he understood the man and recognised their shared experiences Maigret was unprepared for the man's arrogance, manipulation and control he exercised over others, especially the women in his life. There is a great summary near the end where the two man are compared and contrasted. The author concludes "Gouin looked at them from a great height. Maigret put himself on the same level as them." This is why these books are enduring classics and why Maigret is perhaps the most loved and respected fictional detective of all time.
Started before trip to grandkids in Zurich, and finished after. I’m amazed I remembered anything about the book at all, ha ha.
Ok, this was almost 3 stars, and would certainly have been so if it hadn’t been for the superb writing as usual, and Gareth Armstrong’s reading (it will take an awful book to be 3 stars with Maigret).
Why was it nearly 3 stars, well apart from the usual dogged determination from Maigret and his sidekicks, the villain
So that’s why !!
Anyway, the story, a woman in a good apart block is murdered and no weapon is found. It then turns out the woman used to be on the streets and is the kept mistress of a wealthy and revered professor and surgeon, who lives two stories above in the same building with his wife. And not only that but he’s slept a lot of his nurses and his current assistant, and always tells his wife all about it !!
Una tetra mattina di novembre per il commissario Maigret (“Faresti meglio a metterti il cappotto pesante”, suggerisce la moglie guardando fuori dalla finestra); una telefonata improvvisa; l’annuncio di una morte violenta nel palazzo signorile di un quartiere altoborghese: si tratta di Louise, detta Lulu, una giovane donna dal passato equivoco. Sembra un suicidio ma in realtà è un omicidio: un colpo di rivoltella sparato a pochi centimetri dal viso, l’arma del delitto però non si trova.
Maigret indaga, a sorsi d’acquavite, stavolta. Sì, perché la storia merita di essere bagnata da qualcosa di forte.
Si scopre ben presto che la ragazza aveva un giovane e spiantato amore (Pierrot il musicista), ma era anche la mantenuta di un prestigioso chirurgo, il professor Gouin, che l’aveva sistemata nell’appartamento proprio sotto al suo (comodo, eh!); un uomo freddo e distaccato, circondato da donne che lo adorano: una moglie e una segretaria sottomesse e devote al grande genio, una serie di infermiere premurose e disponibili a diventare le amanti di una notte.
Lui non se ne cura. Considera il suo harem necessario a placare la solitudine, a soddisfare un bisogno fisico, e tutte le donne che lo compongono niente più che una scacchiera di pedine intercambiabili. Il disprezzo per loro è pari alla considerazione che il luminare ha per se stesso e all’isolamento che questo atteggiamento inevitabilmente produce.
“C’era qualcosa di terribilmente altezzoso, e allo stesso tempo di tragico, nel modo in cui il professore parlava di quelli, o meglio di quelle, che gli erano vicino. Le prendeva per ciò che valevano, senza farsi illusioni, senza pretendere da loro più di quanto potessero dargli. Ai suoi occhi erano poco più che oggetti inanimati.”
Di Lulu si serviva, come delle altre, eppure in sala operatoria le aveva salvato la vita, le aveva dato agio e sicurezza economica, l’aveva sottratta alla fame e alla strada. Forse per questo debito di gratitudine la ragazza non riusciva a liberarsi di lui? E quale evento nuovo concorre a cambiare quella sorta di squallida routine fino ad arrivare al compimento di un delitto?
Quello che colpisce, qui, è la reticenza di Maigret, la sua resistenza ad affrontare direttamente, in un interrogatorio classico e necessario, l’esimio professore. Per certi versi si riconosce in lui (l’origine paesana, l’ambizione del percorso di studi, la stessa che aveva avuto a suo tempo il nostro commissario), per altri ne rappresenta l’alter ego, l’immagine speculare e rovesciata.
A colpi di bicchierini di acquavite e di ricerche intorno al mondo della ragazza e del chirurgo la spirale per un po’ si avvita su se stessa, fino a dover cambiare passo di marcia e virare verso il centro, quando finalmente Maigret sarà costretto a guardare in faccia la verità.
Quella oggetto di "Maigret si sbaglia" è un’indagine all’acquavite di Borgogna. Maigret è solito “bagnare” ogni indagine con un liquore diverso, birra o grog o cognac. Per risolvere questo caso ci vuole l’acquavite, un liquore potente, che ottunde i sensi, che non rende lucidi, tutt’altro. Perché di razionalità fredda ce n’è molta nel caso di cui si occupa, l’omicidio dell’amante di un luminare della medicina, un grande chirurgo che si circonda di un harem fatto di donne, dalla moglie all’amante all’assistente alle infermiere dell’ospedale in cui lavora fino alla portinaia del suo stabile, che vogliono proteggerlo, lo adulano e lo adorano. Il colloquio finale tra il commissario e il professore è straordinario, in Maigret c’è una silenziosa ammirazione verso il medico che lui avrebbe voluto essere e al contempo una repulsione per l’uomo che è e che lui non sarebbe mai stato. Ed io, improvvisandomi psicologa da quattro soldi, ho pensato che Simenon si sia rivisto nel personaggio che ha creato, un medico che vive esclusivamente del proprio lavoro disprezzando il resto del genere umano, in particolare quello femminile, mentre il commissario Maigret non sia altro che il rovescio della stessa medaglia, “ l’opposto di valore uguale”, l’uomo che Simenon avrebbe voluto essere.
Tras el desgaste emocional que me supuso leer Un millón de gotas de Víctor del Árbol, necesitaba una lectura más ligera y amable. Esta novela ha cumplido esa función a la perfección. Es un whodunit clásico en el que Simenon nos deleita con su gran prosa y su maestría del desenredo. A partir de la aparición de una mujer asesinada, el investigador parisino desplegará sus artes habituales para resolver el caso de la manera que solo él sabe hacer: nice and easy. Maravilloso.
One of the lesser known of the Maigret mysteries this has a very satisfying ending which makes up for it's procedural structure; the Inspector moving from interview to interview with, its almost goes without saying, a fine lunch with wine and brandy. It is significant in the blending of Simenon's fascination with the world of Parisian prostitutes and his desire to expose the pretensions of the nouveau riche. A former prostitute, now the mistress of a brilliant surgeon and living one floor below his luxury apartment, is found shot dead from close range with a single bullet. The surgeon is a great Simenon invention, incredibly arrogant and self-centered, ethical in the operating theatre, and without a moral outside of it.
4 Stars. Just 8 pages, it's tight. There are so many times when one sees the admirable qualities of Superintendent Maigret, his determination, his methodical approach to a case, and his ability to set a net for the criminal element in Paris. Then there are other times. Not as admirable, and thankfully not as frequent, when he arrives with a faulty preconception of the case, or when he resorts to physical intimidation rather than mental acumen. This is one of the latter occasions. The story first came out in 1938 and appears in "Maigret's Pipe, Seventeen Stories" of 1977. Simenon wrote 28 or 29 Maigret short stories. In this one, he's called to a bookstore where the body of a young woman has been found. The shop features erotica, tame by today's standards, but Maigret is full of disdain for its owner, Eugene Labri who has plans to sell the store. In his 40s, Labri is overweight and obsequious "with pretensions of respectability." His assistant, the lovely Mademoiselle Emilienne, is dead as a result of drinking poison in tea which Labri had served her. The conclusion seems obvious, but readers should not forget the story's title! (March 2021)
Lulu – Louise Filon – has been found murdered in her apartment in an upscale part of Paris. She is obviously not able to pay for the apartment herself, so a patron – a sugar daddy – is suspected. She has a lover who is a musician and then it is discovered that she is a surgeon’s mistress, specifically the mistress of Dr. Étienne Gouin who lives in the same building as Lulu. Who would have a motive for the killing? Madame Gouin who should be jealous of her husband’s mistress? Her sister who hates Lulu? Lulu’s musician lover who might be tired of sharing Lulu with the doctor? The doctor’s ultra-loyal assistant who protects the doctor from every distraction? The doctor himself? Then we find that Lulu is pregnant. Who is the father and how could that affect motives?
Maigret is driven from one suspect to another like a pachinko ball. And so is the reader. A good tale and short read – a classic Simenon story.
Che una donna come Louise Filon sia stata uccisa, una donna "di quel genere", pare non sorprendere nessuno; piuttosto quello che a qualcuno sembrava strano è che quella ex prostituta potesse vivere da due anni in un lussuoso stabile altoborghese dell'Étoile. Maigret non ci metterà molto a scoprire che Louise era incinta e che a mantenerla era il professor Gouin, l'eminente chirurgo che occupa con la famiglia un appartamento nello stesso stabile. Pur sospettando di lui, il commissario esita ad interrogare il dottore, come se il confronto con quel "grand'uomo" gli facesse paura. Ma giunto il momento della verità, questa smentirà ogni previsione di Maigret.
Maigret si sbaglia è un bel romanzo della serie dedicata da Simenon al commissario Maigret. Mi è piaciuto subito e anche in seguito, rileggendolo, continuo a trovarlo interessante. Una bella indagine poliziesca nella tradizione dei migliori Maigret. Naturalmente con un qualcosa in più, anch'esso tipico della migliore tradizione maigretiana.
Quando Simenon lo scrive si trova ancora negli Stati Uniti. Siamo nel 1953, l'anno dei suoi cinquant'anni, per la precisione nel mese di agosto. Lo scrittore belga abita la tenuta detta Shadow Rock Farm, a Lakeville (Connecticut). Nell'insieme della saga maigretiana il romanzo in questione occupa il 43° posto. Le edizioni sono quelle di Les Presses de la Cité, casa editrice a cui Simenon affida le proprie opere dal 1945.
Il 1953 è un anno piuttosto prolifico per il nostro autore. Vedono la luce alcuni importanti romanzi senza il commissario (L'escalier de fer e Feux rouges), e due Maigret: questo Maigret se trompe, che affrontiamo oggi, e quel Maigret à l'école di cui scriveremo certamente prima o poi.
Il racconto della vicenda inizia con uno sguardo dalla finestra su una Parigi avvolta dalla nebbia di novembre. Per strada passanti frettolosi e infreddoliti che vanno al lavoro. Sono le otto e venti del mattino ed il commissario termina la sua colazione mentre la fedele consorte gli prepara il cappotto pesante. Una telefonata: l'annuncio del ritrovamento di un cadavere. Una giovane donna assassinata nel suo appartamento di avenue Carnot, zona elegante nel quartiere de L'Étoile.
La chiamata non proviene da uno dei fidi collaboratori di Maigret: al telefono c'è il commissario Dupeu, capo del commissariato locale. L'esperto poliziotto di quartiere è sulla scena del crimine. Qualcosa non lo convince e pensa subito ad avvertire il capo della Brigata Speciale. Potrebbe sembrare un suicidio, ma, vista l'assenza di un'arma sulla scena del crimine, questa ipotesi viene subito esclusa.
Quello che realmente non quadra è l'estrema tranquillità della casa. Nessun assembramento in strada, nessuno sui pianerottoli del palazzo o ad osservare dietro porte socchiuse. È stato sparato un colpo di pistola, una donna è morta, la polizia sale e scende lungo le scale. Nessuno sente nulla, nessuno si accorge di nulla. Pare quasi, che alla nebbia che avvolge le vie della città, faccia riscontro quell'atmosfera ovattata e indifferente dentro il grande ed elegante palazzo.
Oooh, this was unexpectedly good - although one presumes I'll now be inundated with 'I told you so' messages from the likes of Nicola Morris and Paul Murphy.
Other than the fact he was massively prolific and Michael Gambon played the eponymous detective, I wasn't really sure what a 'Maigret' novel featured. Maybe a cross between Miss Marple and 'Allo 'Allo's Officer Trubshawe, on a bike, with a string of onions?
As it turns out, in this edition at least, a Maigret is gritty as you like. So murky in fact I kept having to check the writing date as I couldn't believe the grim, lawless streets and general griminess could possibly be post-war.
Compared to the likes of Christie characterisation is more at the psychological end of the spectrum and there are clues spread liberally around, along with a variety of obscure French spirits to aid Maigret's ruminative style. It's refreshingly hard-boiled, and before you know it Simenon's slick prose reveals the murderer in what feels like double-quick time. Maybe he was trying to knock out another 12 novels that week?
The crux of this thriller is that Maigret has met someone who is supposedly just like him, a figure of stature in his profession and well respected - in this case a brain surgeon who observes humanity, and cares little for what humanity thinks of him. However the surgeon is obnoxious, appalling in his inter personal relationships, exploitative of women, and arrogant beyond belief about his talents and abilities. In this age he would have been rightly hounded out of a job (and probably into prison) by the #metoo movement. Unfortunately this is 1953, and the surgeon's devoted assistant (for whom he cares little) and his worshipping wife (for whom he seems to care less) are more likely to have murdered his mistress (for who he cares not at all). Maigret's mistake is to have not interviewed him before the denouement of the novel, out of some ill defined respect for the man. Well written and well described. Simenon was equally casual in his relationships with women - he claimed to have had sex with 10,000 women. Maybe that was part of the inspiration for the character.
A perfect Maigret. Simenon splits his own personality in two, in the Professor (the sexually voracious sociopath) and the Inspector (the humanist that refuses to judge the demimondaine) and sets them at loggerheads, with productive results. Also notable for being one of the few Maigrets with a unity of time/place/characters in the classical whodunnit fashion, and is all the better for it. In this it's reminiscent of my other favourite Maigret, 'A Crime in Holland' - just two decades and 36 books on.
A story where Maigret empathizes with the victim and the murderer. The mistress of a brain surgeon living a floor below him and his wife is found murdered. The weather is damp, foggy and miserable in Paris as Maigret investigates. Is it the musician boyfriend, the eminent brain surgeon or one of his women friends.
Maigret interrogates several suspects. The doctor is weirdly protected by his lovers and wife. He is an unlikable person with a superiority complex oblivious to other people’s emotions or existence unless it affects him.
SPOILERS AHEAD
I suspected who was the murderer and the motive was the fear of Lulu surpassing the wife. The interesting part of the story is the brain surgeon manipulated either wittingly or unwittingly his wife to murder his mistress.
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Prostitute... Erano giovani, conservavano una sorta di freschezza; sotto certi aspetti sembravano appena uscite dall’infanzia, eppure avevano vissuto molto, e troppe immagini disgustose riempivano ormai i loro occhi che non luccicavano più, mentre i loro corpi avevano il fascino malsano di ciò che sta per appassire, che sta già appassendo.
Louise apparteneva a quel mondo, eppure in una fredda mattina di novembre viene rinvenuta morta in un appartamento di un lussuoso stabile di un quartiere elitario. Un colpo di pistola, ma l’arma non si trova. Le indagini mettono in luce, oltre il passato equivoco della ragazza, anche le sue relazioni: da una parte una sofferta storia d’amore con Pierrot, un musicista squattrinato, dall’altro una storia più sordida, da mantenuta, con un famoso chirurgo, il prof. Gouin, che abita al piano superiore, che in passato l’ha salvata curandola e che l’ha voluta inspiegabilmente vicina a lui. Il medico è una persona glaciale, ha un atteggiamento freddo e distaccato da tutto e da tutti, eppure le donne lo adorano sebbene lui le tratti, moglie compresa, come oggetti, forse anche meno.
Gouin guardava le persone dall’alto in basso. Maigret si metteva sul loro stesso piano.
Maigret interroga tutti, ma ha una certa reticenza a confrontarsi con il medico, non sa bene neanche lui perché. Ma inevitabilmente l’incontro avviene e la verità non tarda a venire alla luce.
Un Maigret dimesso, quasi timoroso, ma sempre tenace, paziente, intuitivo ed umano più che mai.
La razionalità giustifica l'amoralità? Simenon non ne è certissimo (o, almeno, così ce la vende). Del resto, il mondo degli esseri umani è tale. Con l'aggravante che la metà femminile del genere, non ce la fa neanche con la razionalità. Nonostante ciò, come le donne del dottore, noi lo amiamo ...
Not quite as good as the last one of these I read, but still cute enough. Not sure I quite understand some of how it ended or Maigret’s feelings towards the professor, but I don’t feel like re-reading to get the subtext.
I've read some Maigret short stories in the past but this is my actual first full Simenon book; even so, just the fact of knowing about the literary penchant in the rest of his novels for more psychological real, existentialist approach to crime fiction was kind of a help to not expecting just an old-fashioned French whodunit from this. Which was good, because I probably would have disliked it a little more if that was what I was expecting going in.
As it stands, there is some of that psychological hoo-ha in this brief but diverting little murder mystery, and it has to do with the mistake of the title: why does Detective Chief Inspector Maigret keep putting off questioning the main person of interest in the murder of a young woman? The solutions to both of these mysteries are intriguing but not as satisfying as they could be, and the book itself is entertaining but not very deep. I'm interested to keep reading more Simenon and Maigret novels, but the man wrote 75 of these damn things and from what I've seen I don't think any of them crack the 200 page mark -- I know they're not all going to be the deepest, most profound things in the world.
Another good Maigret, a study of two very different suspects, the second a brilliant surgeon with no heart, and his interrogation by Maigret is perhaps the heart of this slightly disjointed crime novel. So only 4* from me.
The GR blurb:
'When a young woman with a dark past is found dead on the streets of Paris, Inspector Maigret is on the case. The forty-third book in the Maigret series.
A young woman named Lulu, who has a history of brushes with the law and once lived on the streets of the 18th arrondissement, is found murdered in Paris. Maigret is called to the scene and soon learns that her boyfriend, a musician, has gone into hiding upon reading the news of her death. And when the Inspector learns that the young victim was pregnant, he begins to suspect the case might be more sinister than he imagined.'
Many of Georges Simenon’s novels have more than a touch of the philosophical, and Maigret’s Mistake is no exception. The novel contains one of the oddest characters, an incredibly arrogant and self-centered brain surgeon with absolutely no soul at all. Despite his brilliance, Dr. Étienne Gouin seems to me an object of pity, although I do believe he would have been insulted at the thought.
As to the mystery, a onetime poor prostitute has become Dr. Gouin’s mistress, kept in a grand style in the very apartment house in which he lives. Maigret and his team try to discover who murdered the young Louise Fillon, and the ending proved a big surprise. Still, the most memorable part of the book was the examination of Dr. Gouin, a man who, while equal to Maigret in brilliance, is his opposite in human decency. Highly recommended.
And what was the eponymous Maigret’s mistake? Having read the novel, I still have to say, damned if I know.
Niet één van Simenon's zonnigste werken, maar typisch voor hem, en zijn redelijk zwartgallige kijk op de maatschappij. En geeft Simenon hier een oordeel over zichzelf wanneer hij het heeft over de veelwijverij van de professor ?
I just finished another Simenon book i love them they take me there to Paris to the gray streets to the views over the rooftops. Very strong characters in this book women and men a story of a love triangle and jealousy and murder. His books are much like the great book cover fotos black and white filled with tension and drama and street lights and alleyways,and then a dash of red color of a blue flag of color. I never tire of these stories and that is good since he wrote so very many mysteries books.
An interesting, compelling crime fiction novella. Detective Maigret investigates the murder of Louise Filon, (‘Lulu’), the girlfriend of a poor musician and the mistress of a famous brain surgeon. Maigret interviews all the individuals connected with Lulu. A very good Maigret novella that Maigret fans should find a very satisfying reading experience.
This book was first published in France in 1953 and is the 43rd book in the Maigret series.
Yet another excellent 'Maigret' novel. How many have I read now? I am going to have to do a count. The only problem I had with this novel is that I couldn't work out what mistake Maigret was supposed to have made. Otherwise it is as concise and atmospheric as every other Simenon novel I have read.