
The yellows are a type of novel that I really like. Especially those "serial", with more or less brilliant investigators who face cases, and because of their intelligence or their talent come to discover the truth. I love Agatha Christie's Poirot. I love Adamsberger Fred Vargas, and I do not mind even the good old Sherlock Holmes.
What about Maigret? Perhaps among these is what excites me less, at least in this particular novel. A bit 'too disagreeable and grumpy for my taste. And in this novel, at least for the most part, does not show even a great and remarkable intelligence. It moves according to a suspicion that the person convicted of murder is actually innocent, to the point where it bracico escape from death. The rest is then a little 'confused. Like if you accidentally find himself catapulted into the truth.
I was not convinced at all. Note
translation: translations Adelphi not ever convince me at all.
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