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I've developed a taste for Georges Simenon's Maigret.  The ones I have are very short but lovely. This one is number 43 of 75.


This one is about a woman who gets murdered and Maigret's investigation of same. His mistake was taking the interview of one of the characters too seriously and not being able to see the wood for the trees. He gets the correct person in the end.


Despite the fact that they are short the are extremely enjoyable and not lacking in story. The characters are well drawn, the plot expertly crafted and the prose good. It's easy to read, difficult to put down and very, very good.



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The Maigret books are all good, though they're all that sort of length. They give a wonderful atmosphere of Paris at the time. What's more, the English publishers have had them newly translated, so they feel a lot more immediate.

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