Maigret and the Loner
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An apparently elderly vagrant, who turns out to be closer to 55, is shot to death in a condemend building where he was sleeping in Les Halles. He was Marcel Vivien, a man who twenty years earlier had been a married cabinetmaker, with an 8-year-old daugther. He'd withdrawn all his money from the bank one day and left his family without a word, having fallen in love with a 20-year old girl, Nina Lassave. When 6 months later he found she was deceiving him, he strangled her in a fit of rage. Due to insufficient evidence, no arrests were made. The other man, Louis Mahossier, had seen him leave the scene, and knew he had killed her. Twenty years pass, with Marcel Vivien living the life of a taciturn vagrant, when Mahossier stumbles across him by accident, and kills him as he had vowed he would. From a beginning with the murder of a nameless vagrant, M puts together the pieces of the puzzle in under a week, helped by an anonymous caller and the memories of various elderly people in Montmartre. (trussel.com)
One of the world’s most successful crime writers, Georges Simenon has thrilled mystery lovers around the world since 1931 with his matchless creation Inspector Maigret.
A phenomenal author and his phenomenal character Georges Simenon was by many standards the most successful author of the 20th century, and the character he created, Inspector Jules Maigret, who made him rich and famous, ranks only after Sherlock Holmes as the world's best known fictional detective. There is nothing commonplace about the life of Georges Simenon, and he and his works have been the subject of innumerable books and articles. The Maigret stories are unlike any other detective stories — the crime and the details of unraveling it are often less central to our interest than Maigret's journey through the discovery of the cast of characters... towards an understanding of man. Simenon said he was obsessed with a search for the "naked man" — man without his cultural protective coloration, and he followed his quest as much in the Maigrets as in his "hard" novels.
Although most of Simenon's work is available in English, it was originally written in French. Simenon was born and raised in Belgium, and while Paris was "the city" for him, the home of Maigret, he was 'an international,' a world traveler who moved often and lived for many years in France, the United States, and Switzerland.
Because he wrote in French, and for the most part lived in French-speaking countries, most of the books and magazine articles about him were written in French as well. Unlike his own books however, many of these have never been available in translation. Because Simenon lived to be nearly 90, and left a legacy of hundreds of books — from which more than 50 films have been made, along with hundreds of television episodes — there is much to collect, to examine, to display and discuss. (trussel.com)
hours. No name. No address. Nothing to go on but a strawberry mark on the left cheek … ” “You’ll surely end up by finding her.” “That’ll be the day! As for the man who dined at Chez Pharamond, he’s hardly likely to turn up again in Les Halles. If he’s the murderer, he wouldn’t want to run the risk of being recognized … ” “All the same, we’ll go on looking.” “Thanks again, Ascan.” Maigret went out to the car and was driven back to the Quai des Orfèvres. After all too brief a respite, the
She’s been there for about the last five years, and before that, she worked for many years as a concierge in Paris.” “That would be Clémentine Michou.” “Does she still live with her son?” “She died last year.” It was the same old story, one step forward and another step back. “Would you like to speak to the son?” “No. She was the only one who could have told me what I want to know. It’s about something that happened some twenty years ago.” “In that case, I can guess … It has to do with the
for the third time that a very young servant girl in a white apron emerged from the shadows of the entrance hall. “Who are you?” “Can I have a word with Monsieur Mahossier?” “Monsieur and Madame are always down on the beach at this time of day. If you’d like to come back this afternoon … ” “I’d rather go down to the beach now and find them.” “Do you know them by sight?” “No.” “Take the first turn on the left, go to the end of the street, and there you will see some stone steps leading down
happened to Nina Lassave?” “Am I supposed to know her? The name means absolutely nothing to me.” “In 1945 and ’46 you lived in Montmartre, in a private hotel, a mere stone’s throw from Boulevard Rochechouart.” “I did live around there at one time, but I can’t remember what year it was.” “The girl in question had an apartment on Boulevard Rochechouart.” “Maybe she did. But then, so do thousands of others. Am I supposed to know every one of them?” “The probability is that you did make her
quite a while watching the fellows unloading. I made the most of it by going up to him and asking him to let me have the price of a glass of red wine. Instead of giving me a franc, as I expected, he gave me a five-franc piece, enough to buy myself a whole bottle.” “Had you ever seen him at Les Halles before?” “Never.” “Do you go there often?” “I told you, I’ve been going every night for the past fifteen years.” “You are at liberty to question this witness if you wish, Maître.” “The night