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In a dimly lit apartment building, where shadowy figures come and go, a man has been killed in Georges Simenon’s The Shadow Puppet. On the dimly lit Place des Vosges, Maigret hears the sound of a woman in distress. But this is no crime; she is giving birth in a room above. The lights of the...

At what point in the day could the note have been slipped into his pocket, his left breast pocket? It was an ordinary sheet of glazed squared paper, probably torn out of an exercise book. The words were written in pencil, in a regular handwriting that looked to him like a woman's. For pity's sake, ask to see the patient in room 15. When Inspector Maigret's wife falls ill on their seaside holiday, a visit to the hospital leads him on an unexpected quest to find justice for a young girl.

N'ayant trouvé d'autre consolation que le vin depuis que sa femme l'a quitté, l'avocat Hector Loursat a cessé de plaider. Il vit à Moulins, dans une grande maison aux trois quarts inhabitée, avec sa fille Nicole qu'il n'aime pas. Un soir, tout son univers bascule : il découvre un inconnu qui vient d'être assassiné. C'est la révélation de toute la vie secrète de Nicole... Sortant de son mutisme, Loursat accepte de plaider. D'abord, faire exister ce vieil hôtel particulier de Moulins, habité depuis 18 ans par la poussière et le silence.

That shoeless foot looked incongruous lying on the pavement next to another foot encased in a shoe made of black kid leather. It was naked, private.... It was Maigret who retrieved the other shoe, which lay by the kerb six or seven metres away. A series of strange phone calls leads Inspector Maigret through the Paris streets towards a man out of his depth amid a network of merciless criminals.

Maigrets menschlichster Fall: Der soziale Aufstieg kostet einen Weinhändler das Leben. Oscar Chabut, ein reicher Pariser Weinhändler, liegt erschossen vor einer Jugendstilvilla. Während der Ermittlungen kämpft Maigret nicht nur gegen eine Grippe, sondern auch gegen die Kälte, die Chabut offensichtlich umgeben hat: Niemand trauert um den Toten. Rücksichtslos hat er sich von ganz unten hochgearbeitet und sich dabei viele Feinde gemacht. Und auch die gehörnten Ehemänner seiner zahllosen Geliebten haben ein Motiv.

'He hadn't seen her arrive. She had stopped on the pavement a few steps away from him and was peering into the courtyard of the Police Judiciaire, where the small staff cars were parked. She ventured as far as the entrance, looked the officer up and down, then turned round and walked away towards the Pont-Neuf.' When an old lady tells Maigret someone has been moving things in her apartment, she is dismissed as a fantasist - until a shocking event proves otherwise.

L'acteur français François Combe, jadis célèbre, vit depuis six mois à New York. Une nuit, dans un bar, il rencontre la belle Kay et, pour lui faire l'amour, loue une chambre d'hôtel. Une relation affective se noue et les deux noctambules restent ensemble quelque temps. Il apprend que Kay est la femme d'un ambassadeur, le comte Larski, et mère d'une petite fille qu'elle a abandonnée.

Georges Simenon's autobiographical notebooks, in which he recorded his observations, experiences, anxieties and 'all the silly ideas that pass through my head', are one of the most candid self-portraits of a writer ever put to paper. Here, as the celebrated author ruthlessly examines his tortuous writing methods, his past, his fame, his intimate relationships and his fears of ageing, the result is an unsparing, often painfully revealing insight into a man trying both to find and to escape himself.

In seinem 35. Fall erzählt Maigret höchstpersönlich aus seinem Leben – und Simenon muss schweigen. Als Rentner in seinem Landhaus in Meung-sur-Loire schreibt Maigret seine Memoiren. Er erinnert sich an seine Kindheit, seine Anfänge bei der Polizei und an seine Liebe zu Madame Maigret, die ein gewisser Georges Simenon nicht ganz wirklichkeitsgetreu gezeichnet hat – wie so vieles andere auch… Kommissar Maigret muss einiges zurechtrücken.

L'un des romans les plus noirs de Simenon. Un soir, dans une bourgade de la banlieue new-yorkaise, alors que sa femme Christine est allée faire un bridge chez des amis, Spencer Ashby reste chez lui. Après avoir corrigé les copies de ses élèves, il s'adonne à son passe-temps favori, la sculpture sur bois. Les Ashby, ménage très uni, hébergent depuis un mois la fille d'une amie de Christine, Belle Sherman. Celle-ci revient avant la fin de la soirée, pendant que Spencer est toujours occupé dans son cagibi.

New York, notte. Un uomo e una donna camminano lungo la Quinta Strada. Entrano in un bar. Ne escono. Un altro bar. E riprendono a camminare, instancabili, come se la notte non dovesse mai finire. Si sono incontrati solo poche ore prima, in una caffetteria nei pressi di Washington Square, come due naufraghi, e ora «sono così tenacemente avvinti l'uno all'altro che la sola idea della separazione risulta loro intollerabile».

Il vecchio battelliere Gassin esce ubriaco da un bistrot e si avvia verso la sua chiatta ormeggiata nelle vicinanze di una chiusa. Mentre sale sulla barca cade in acqua. Mettendosi ad urlare richiama gente e viene portato in salvo, ma nel frattempo i soccorritori si accorgono che un'altra persona galleggia nel fiume e recuperano anche questa. Si tratta di Emile Ducrau, il padrone di quella e di altre chiatte e di molte attività della zona collegate ai trasporti fluviali. Portandolo in salvo ci si accorge che è stato pugnalato alla schiena.

“I’ve read a lot of Simenon, who’s a favorite writer of mine.” —Sigrid Nunez In a run-down Paris suburb, housebound widow Juliette Boynet is strangled. For Inspector Maigret, this murder hits home more than most: he’s well acquainted with Juliette’s live-in carer, her selfless...

A gripping novel that sees Maigret brought out of his peaceful retirement. When Maigret’s police officer nephew is framed for a gangland murder, the former chief inspector must swap his countryside retirement for his old stomping ground: Paris’s seamy underworld. Fueled by regular tipples...

It’s a rainy January, and Maigret has left Paris for the country on unofficial business—or, as he reflects, a stupid escapade. The examining magistrate’s brother-in-law is rumored to have killed his daughter’s lover, and Maigret is tasked with clearing the man’s name. Arriving in gloomy Saint-Aubin, Maigret meets with strangely little cooperation, both from the accused and from the ill-disposed townspeople. And why is Justin Cavre, aka “Cadaver,” a despised ex-police inspector turned private eye, throwing obstacles in his path?

When the glamorous wife of an American industrialist is murdered at a luxury Paris hotel, her past life as a nightclub dancer is the key to finding the killer. As Maigret traces surprising connections between the dead woman and the hotel’s belowstairs staff, a story of unrequited love, self-reinvention, and blackmail emerges—with one tragic, luckless suspect at the center. Yet as Maigret knows, even the most compelling evidence isn’t infallible.

When a drowned man comes back to life, Georges Simenon’s detective must figure out who might have wanted him dead—before they try again. Emile Ducrau, the kingpin of a small town on the outskirts of Paris, is stabbed and left for dead in the harbor one night. When he’s pulled from the...

Sun, sand, the Côte d’Azur—and a mysterious dead man with multiple hidden lives. Who was Mr. Brown? And why does the mystery of his life preoccupy Maigret so? Georges Simenon’s Maigret arrives in Antibes on the French Riviera tasked with discreetly solving the murder of one Mr. Brown...

Exiled to a sleepy town in western France, Maigret is relieved when he has to handle a challenging case. There’s been a murder in a mussel farming village and its most respected resident, the former judge Monsieur Forlacroix, has tried to dispose of the body in the river. But why will no one admit to knowing the dead man? And what connects him to Forlacroix’s pianist daughter, Lise, who is kept locked in her bedroom? With studied patience and an eye for subliminal clues, Maigret teases out the dark secrets that everyone in this insular community, it seems, has a motive to protect.

Tomorrow, at five in the afternoon, I will kill the clairvoyant. Signed, Picpus. This chilling message is seen scratched into a café blotting pad, prompting Maigret to place eighty fortune tellers under police watch. If it’s a hoax, he frets, he’ll never hear the end of it. Then the call comes in: clairvoyant Mademoiselle Jeanne has been fatally stabbed. While she lies dying, a senile old man is locked in an adjacent room. Maigret feels acute sympathy for this disheveled, bewildered figure—but who is he really?