If George Simenon is a beloved and never out of fashion novelist, this is confirmed by the rankings that from time to time rename him, placing him in the top 10. George Simenon’s pen is unforgettable, as much as his characters, especially Commissioner Maigret . Maigret has impressed our imagination to such an extent that it has also become a very successful television series, with continuous filming. To remember the novelist George Simenon, indisputable genius for his talent in intertwining events and the psychology of the characters, we offer you some of his works. Georges Simenon, the 9 most beautiful books of the beloved crime writer Il Pensionante
Elie Nagear did not even know the exact name of the man he had killed with a wrench on the Brussels-Paris train. All she knew was that he had ten wads of bills with him, and that he was Dutch. In Brussels, Elie was planning to sell some carpets blocked at customs, but the deal had gone awry, the money was running out, and Sylvie had begun to treat him with contempt. So she, almost without realizing what she was doing, she bought the wrench and followed the Dutchman on the train at 00.33 … The train
May 1940. Wehrmacht troops rampage in Belgium and threaten the borders of France. From the Ardennes, where a general evacuation order has been issued, swarms of refugees leave their homes, storming the few available trains. In the cattle wagon of a convoy moving very slowly towards the south, a man lacking all qualities, short-sighted and in poor health, a man with a small mediocre and mediocrely peaceful waist, meets a woman he knows nothing about, all the while that they will pass together, except that she is a Czech of Jewish origin, and that she has been in prison in Namur. Among them, at the beginning of the long journey that will take them to La Rochelle, there are only glances. But little by little, without anything being said, the two solitary creatures become inseparable; as long as,The murderer
On the first Tuesday of January, Dr. Hans Kuperus leaves Sneek, the Frisian village where he lives, and goes to Amsterdam, like every first Tuesday of the month. This time, however, he does not attend the meeting of the Biology Association, he goes to lunch with his sister-in-law. He buys a revolver, puts it in his pocket, takes the train back, then the ferry across the Zuydersee, then another train. Except that, before reaching Sneek, the convoy slows down and stops. Then Doctor Kuperus acts almost without thinking: he goes down and starts, walking in the snow, towards the bungalow by the lake where (as he has learned from an anonymous letter) he will find his wife in the company of his lover. Everything happens very quickly: when the two go out, Kuperus kills them and throws the bodies into the lake. After that, like every evening, joins the members of the Billiards Academy at the café. Of that prestigious institution, which welcomes all the notables of the place, Kuperus has long dreamed, in vain, of being elected president: but perhaps now he will be able to do so, because the president in office (Count Shutter, the richest man in the country, who has the most beautiful house, the most beautiful boat, the most beautiful women, even married) lies at the bottom of the lake, definitely dead. At home, afterwards, Hans Kuperus will do something that he had long fantasized about: he will take Neel, the florid, firm, rosy maid, to bed. From the next day, he thinks, the “real life” will begin: because he was able to break through the hood of respectable boredom in which everyone lives … to be elected president: but perhaps now he will be able to do so, because the president in office (Count Shutter, the richest man in the country, the one who has the most beautiful house, the most beautiful boat, the most beautiful women, even married) he lies at the bottom of the lake, definitely dead. At home, afterwards, Hans Kuperus will do something that he had long fantasized about: he will take Neel, the florid, firm, rosy maid, to bed. From the next day, he thinks, the “real life” will begin: because he was able to break through the hood of respectable boredom in which everyone lives … to be elected president: but perhaps now he will be able to do so, because the president in office (Count Shutter, the richest man in the country, the one who has the most beautiful house, the most beautiful boat, the most beautiful women, even married) he lies at the bottom of the lake, definitely dead. At home, afterwards, Hans Kuperus will do something that he had long fantasized about: he will take Neel, the florid, firm, rosy maid, to bed. From the next day, he thinks, the “real life” will begin: because he was able to break through the hood of respectable boredom in which everyone lives … Hans Kuperus will do something he had long fantasized about: go to bed with Neel, the florid, firm, rosy maid. From the next day, he thinks, the “real life” will begin: because he was able to break through the hood of respectable boredom in which everyone lives … Hans Kuperus will do something he had long fantasized about: go to bed with Neel, the florid, firm, rosy maid. From the next day, he thinks, the “real life” will begin: because he was able to break through the hood of respectable boredom in which everyone lives …Maigret is prudent
It is March 4, and an anonymous letter warns Maigret that a murder will be committed in a few days – and that there is no way to avoid it. This is not the usual mythomaniac: the accurate style, the decisive tone portend the worst. The precious letter paper immediately traces back to an internationally renowned jurist, a specialist in maritime law, Emile Parendon: it is all too clear that someone wanted to lure the inspector into the sumptuous studio apartment on avenue Marigny, a stone’s throw from the Elysée and the Ministry of the Interior. But who
Parendon himself, a sort of ironic and subtle gnome, obsessively dedicated to work and a passion for psychiatry
The swaggering Antoinette Vague, his secretary and lover
The rebellious daughter Bambi, an archeology student
Or the younger and more solitary Gus, a high school student with a mania for music and electronics
Or perhaps, why not
, the sophisticated, aristocratic Madame Parendon, persuaded that her husband is a fearful and sick man who hides suicidal tendencies The blue room
“You are so beautiful” Andree had told him one day “that I would like to make love to you in front of everyone …”. That time Tony had had the smile of a satisfied male: because it was still just a game, because no woman had ever given him more pleasure than her. Only when Andree’s husband had died under unclear circumstances, and Tony had received the first of those short, sinister anonymous notes from her, only then did he understand, and he had begun to be afraid of her. Once again, in his dry and quick style, Simenon tells the story of a devouring and absolute passion, which does not flinch even in the face of crime. Indeed, she repeats it. Maigret’s pipe and other tales
Now Maigret knew how things had gone the previous day in the hospital chapel. Justin, who was chattering his teeth and exhausted, had had a real breakdown. The mass could not be delayed. With the consent of the mother superior, the sacristan nun had taken the place of the altar boy, who in the meantime was receiving the necessary care in the sacristy. It was ten minutes before the mother superior thought of calling the police. It was necessary to cross the chapel. Everyone had sensed that something was happening. At the district police station, the sergeant on duty had taken a while to understand. “As you say
… The mother superior
… Superior of what
…” The young ladies of Concarneau
Jules Guerec – forty years old, single, owner of two fishing boats – has always lived in the Breton town where he was born, in the house adjacent to the store that his family has run for generations, in the same smell “of tar, ropes, coffee, cinnamon and brandy ”, together with the two sisters left unmarried, who look after him with a benign, watchful and possessive solicitude. Guerec must be accountable to them for how he spends every penny. Even when he happens to go to Quimper, and not resist the temptation to go back to that certain street where a couple of ladies “who have come from Paris” stroll “throwing provocative looks at the men”, the thought of how he will justify the fifty francs missing it spoils the pleasure. It is they, the sisters, who supervise everything, provide for everything. Even that time when he, as a young man, he got a girl pregnant, and it was Celine – who is the more penetrating and the quicker of the two, and who claims to know her brother as if he were her own – who took matters into her own hands. One night, however, Guerec, almost without realizing it, will be the cause of a tragic event, the paradoxical consequences of which could perhaps push him to emerge from the suffocating, but also lukewarm and reassuring cocoon of family ties.President
He had been a very powerful man. For many, many years. His political career had brought him one step closer to becoming President of the Republic. Now, old and sick, he was a sort of living monument, and in all the newsrooms (of this he was certain) the “crocodiles” must have been ready for some time. Yet, ever since he retreated to the Norman coast, after the fall of his last government and the syncope that hit him, the president knew he was closely watched. Not only from those he called his watchdogs – the inspectors who took turns in front of his house on specific orders from the Ministry of the Interior – but also from the nurse who took care of him, the secretary, and the faithful driver. . The same people (and he was almost certain of this too) who were ruthlessly rummaging through his books and papers – especially from the day he told a reporter that he had begun to write his “unofficial” memoirs. Some, evidently, still considered him dangerous. WhoLights in the night
It’s the last weekend of summer and Steve and Nancy leave for Maine to the place where the children spent a month’s vacation. They do not know that the journey will mark a dramatic turning point in their existence. Since the afternoon Steve and, as he says, “entered the tunnel”: that is, he began to drown his dissatisfaction and his cowardice in alcohol. And a few hours before they left New York, a man escaped from Sing Sing prison, and fate has decided that his path will cross theirs.
