Who killed Germaine Piedboeuf breaking through the skull with a hammer? And because the body was thrown into the Meuse only three days after the murder? But most of all: can a woman be so hard to kill someone with a hammer? Maigret observes and records, as is his habit, gestures and looks, smells and environments. And when he found the perpetrator of this crime if they return home, letting the guilty are punished her by the progressive destruction of the "home of the Flemings." Initially, the temptation was simply to write a comment like: "Is there a previous review," as more or less confirmed the same impressions mentioned above. Maigret as an investigator not convince me, why not investigate, does not infer (or rather, relies on the reader but does not say) and focuses on details that seem relevant, but are not (an attempt at misdirection, perhaps?). I do not like his manner gruff, nor his way of handling the cases and suspects. But this novel was actually a bit more yellow than the previous I've read. He manages to insinuate doubts and suspicions, plots and intrigues to make you think ... until the end, perhaps a little obvious, but the only possible ...
short, a thriller that it's okay to read on the beach or on the train or svaccati on the couch, to pass the time without considering the mind too.
say that if you have never read a mystery novel in your life (do not believe it, c'mon), do not start with those of Simenon ...
Note to translation: a translation Adelphi is back ...
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