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En Diciembre de 1970, durante ocho días, mientras su madre agoniza, Georges Simenon permanece a su lado en el hospitalEn Diciembre de 1970, durante ocho días, mientras su madre agoniza, Georges Simenon permanece a su lado en el hospital. Poco mas de medio siglo le separa de la epoca en que ayudaba a misa en la capilla de ese mismo hospital.Durante esos ocho dias estos dos seres, que jamas pudieron amarse, tal vez porque jamas pudieron hablarse, intercambian pocas palabras pero se miran intensamente, con cierta perplejidad y desconfianza. De hecho, al ver entrar al hijo mayor en la habitacion, la madre le pregunta con frio asombro : ¿Por que has venido, hijo ?, deseando probablemente que hubiera sido el otro hijo, el mas joven, el amado, el que la acompañara en sus ultimos momentos. Pero es el hijo una y otra vez rechazado quien, a sus 67 años profundamente marcados por ese desamor y esa indiferencia, la asiste hasta el final, entregado a toda suerte de recuerdos y sentimientos contradictorios, desgarrado entre el resentimiento, un insoportable sentimiento de culpa y el deseo de ser reconocido.Coincidencia o no, motivo de estudio para psicoanalistas y estudiosos de su obra, el caso es que doce meses escasos depues de la muerte de su madre, Simenon, uno de los novelistas mas fecundos de nuestro siglo, deja de escribir novelas. No obstante, ¿podia imaginar, al asistir a la lenta muerte de su madre en una habitacion de hospital, que la intensidad de sus miradas y la elocuencia de su mutismo le inspirarian, tres años despues, uno de sus mejores libros, una autentica pequeña joya del arte epistolar, en especial en esa dificil vertiente que es la de las cartas a los padres ?Carta a mi madre esta considerada por la cr&

Quand on observe des poissons à travers une couche d'eau qui interdit entre eux et nous tout contact, on les voit rester longtemps immobiles, sans raison, puis d'un frémissement de nageoires aller un peu plus loin pour n'y rien faire qu'attendre à nouveau. C'est dans le même calme, comme sans raison aussi, que le tramway 13, le dernier " Bastille-Créteil ", traîna ses lumières jaunâtres tout le long du quai des Carrières. Au coin d'une rue, près d'un bec de gaz vert, il;fit mine de s'arrêter, mais le receveur agita sa sonnette et le convoi fonça vers Charenton. Derrière lui, le quai restait vide et stagnant comme un paysage du fond de l'eau. A droite, des péniches flottaient sur le canal, avec de la lune tout autour. Un filet d'eau se faufilait par une vanne mal fermée de l'écluse, et c'était le seul bruit sous le ciel encore plus quiet et plus profond qu'un lac.

Train de nuit, La Jeune Fille aux perles, La Femme rousse, La Maison de l'inquiétude, L'Homme à la cigarette. Le 20 février 1931 à Montparnasse, un bal « anthropométrique » donnait au Tout-Paris l

Il y a un quart d’heure à peine que Mme Romond, la grosse toujours en négligé, a lavé son seuil de deux marches et sa portion de trottoir. Si bien que devant sa maison il y a un rectangle bien dessin

Mon ami Maigret (1949) : A Porquerolles, un homme a été assassiné. La veille, il clamait haut et fort son amitié pour Maigret. Ancien souteneur, mi-pêcheur mi-clochard, Marcellin vivait sur son batea

This is the fifth book in the new Penguin Maigret series: Georges Simenon's gripping tale of small town suspicion and revenge, in Linda Asher's timeless translation. There was an exaggerated humility about her. Her cowed eyes, her way of gliding noiselessly about without bumping into things, of quivering nervously at the slight-est word, were the very image of a scullery maid accustomed to hardship. And yet he sensed, beneath that image, glints of pride held firmly in check. She was anaemic. Her flat chest was not formed to rouse desire. Nevertheless, she was strangely appealing, perhaps because she seemed troubled, despondent, sickly. In the windswept seaside town of Concarneau, a local wine merchant is shot. In fact, someone is out to kill all the influential men and the entire town is soon sent into a state of panic. For Maigret, the answers lie with the pale, downtrodden waitress Emma, and a strange yellow dog lurking in the shadows...Penguin is publishing the entire series of Maigret novels. This is a revised edition of Linda Asher's existing translation. "Compelling, remorseless, brilliant". (John Gray). "One of the greatest writers of the twentieth century...Simenon was unequalled at making us look inside, though the ability was masked by his brilliance at absorbing us obsessively in his stories". (Guardian). "A supreme writer ...unforgettable vividness". (Independent). Georges Simenon was born in Liege, Belgium, in 1903. Best known in Britain as the author of the Maigret books, his prolific output of over 400 novels and short stories have made him a household name in continental Europe. He died in 1989 in Lausanne, Switzerland, where he had lived for the latter part of his life. Linda Asher is a former fiction editor of the New Yorker and the award winning translator of many works from French including those of Milan Kundera.

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This is a new translation of Georges Simenon's devastating novel set on the French Riviera, book seventeen in the new Penguin Maigret series. It had a smell of holidays. The previous evening, in Cannes harbour, with the setting sun, had also had the smell of holidays, especially the Ardena, whose owner swaggered in front of two girls with gorgeous figures. Dazzled at first by the glamour of sunny Antibes, Maigret soon finds himself immersed in the less salubrious side of the Riviera as he retraces the final steps of a local eccentric. Penguin is publishing the entire series of Maigret novels in new translations. This novel has been published in a previous translation as Maigret on the Riviera. "Compelling, remorseless, brilliant." (John Gray). "One of the greatest writers of the twentieth century...Simenon was unequalled at making us look inside, though the ability was masked by his brilliance at absorbing us obsessively in his stories." (Guardian). "A supreme writer...unforgettable vividness." (Independent). Georges Simenon was born in Liege, Belgium, in 1903. Best known in Britain as the author of the Maigret books, his prolific output of over 400 novels and short stories have made him a household name in continental Europe. He died in 1989 in Lausanne, Switzerland, where he had lived for the latter part of his life.

The first annual omnibus edition in the new Penguin Inspector Maigret series, comprising four titles from the series so far: Pietr the Latvian, The Hanged Man of Saint-Pholien, The Carter of La Providence and The Grand Banks Cafe. Additional material includes the original French first edition covers, art directed by Georges Simenon himself.Penguin is publishing the entire series of Maigret novels.'Compelling, remorseless, brilliant' John Gray'One of the greatest writers of the twentieth century . . . Simenon was unequalled at making us look inside, though the ability was masked by his brilliance at absorbing us obsessively in his stories' Guardian'A supreme writer . . . unforgettable vividness' IndependentGeorges Simenon was born in Liege, Belgium, in 1903. Best known in Britain as the author of the Maigret books, his prolific output of over 400 novels and short stories have made him a household name in continental Europe. He died in 1989 in Lausanne, Switzerland, where he had lived for the latter part of his life.

A new translation of this chilling novel, set on the Belgian border. Book fourteen in the new Penguin Maigret series.She wasn't an ordinary supplicant. She didn't lower her eyes. There was nothing humble about her bearing. She spoke frankly, looking straight ahead, as if to claim what was rightfully hers.'If you don't agree to look at our case, my parents and I will be lost, and it will be the most hateful legal error...'Maigret is asked to the windswept, rainy border town of Givet by a young woman desperate to clear her family of murder. But their well-kept shop, the sleepy community and its raging river all hide their own mysteries.Penguin is publishing the entire series of Maigret novels.'Compelling, remorseless, brilliant' John Gray'One of the greatest writers of the twentieth century . . . Simenon was unequalled at making us look inside, though the ability was masked by his brilliance at absorbing us obsessively in his stories' Guardian'A supreme writer . . . unforgettable vividness' IndependentGeorges Simenon was born in Liege, Belgium, in 1903. Best known in Britain as the author of the Maigret books, his prolific output of over 400 novels and short stories have made him a household name in continental Europe. He died in 1989 in Lausanne, Switzerland, where he had lived for the latter part of his life.

Georges Simenon's chilling portrayal of tragic love, persecution and betrayal.'One sensed in him neither flesh nor bone, nothing but soft, flaccid matter, so much so that his movements were hard to make out. Very red lips stood out from his orb-like face, as did the thin moustache that he curled with an iron and looked as if it had been drawn on with India ink; on his cheekbones were the symmetrical pink dots of a doll's cheeks.'People find Mr Hire strange, disconcerting. The tenants he shares his building with try to avoid him. He is a peeping Tom, a visitor of prostitutes, a dealer in unsavoury literature. He is also the prime suspect for a brutal murder that he did not commit. Yet Mr Hire's innocence will not stand in the way of those looking for a scapegoat as tragedy unfolds in this quietly devastating and deeply unnerving novel.'The romans durs are extraordinary: tough, bleak, offhandedly violent, suffused with guilt and bitterness, redolent of place . . . utterly unsentimental, frightening in the pitilessness of their gaze, yet wonderfully entertaining' John BanvilleGeorges Simenon was born in Liege, Belgium, in 1903. Best known in Britain as the author of the Maigret books, his prolific output of over 400 novels and short stories have made him a household name in continental Europe. He died in 1989 in Lausanne, Switzerland, where he had lived for the latter part of his life.

This is a new translation of Georges Simenon's gripping tale of lost identity. This is book sixteen in the new Penguin Maigret series. A man picked up for wandering in obvious distress among the cars and buses on the Grands Boulevards. Questioned in French, he remains mute ...A madman? In Maigret's office, he is searched. His suit is new, his underwear is new, his shoes are new. All identifying labels have been removed. No identification papers. No wallet. Five crisp thousand-franc bills have been slipped into one of his pockets. A distressed man is found wandering the streets of Paris, with no memory of who he is or how he got there. The answers lead Maigret to a small harbour town, whose quiet citizens conceal a poisonous malice. Penguin is publishing the entire series of Maigret novels. "Compelling, remorseless, brilliant' John Gray 'One of the greatest writers of the twentieth century ...Simenon was unequalled at making us look inside, though the ability was masked by his brilliance at absorbing us obsessively in his stories". (Guardian). "A supreme writer ...unforgettable vividness". (Independent). Georges Simenon was born in Liege, Belgium, in 1903. Best known in Britain as the author of the Maigret books, his prolific output of over 400 novels and short stories have made him a household name in continental Europe. He died in 1989 in Lausanne, Switzerland, where he had lived for the latter part of his life.