In December I read three very short books (the longest was under 130 pages), all in translation, two French titles and one German.
I have read a variety of positive reviews about Georges Simenon’s rather famous works (recently Isabella of Magnificent Octopus was working through his back catalog), and I have picked up a total of five novels by him in preparation for my own enjoyment. Richard’s less than thrilled December review of The Widow stopped me up short and finally did what all the positive reviews hadn’t managed – I actually read a book by Simenon.
Maigret and the Hundred Gibbets (trans. Tony White) was my introduction to Inspector Maigret, one of the most famous detectives in literature – one of the great “moral” detectives. He and his stories are known less for their action and mystery and more for the journey Maigret embarks on each time as he comes closer to understanding the people around him and himself. In the Hundered Gibbits Maigret casually follows a nervous, down-on-his-luck looking fellow whom he had observed posting thousand-franc notes as ‘Printed Matter’. Discreetly accompanying the man to Brussels via train, Maigret takes the opportunity to switch out his suitcase. When the man discovers that his suitcase is gone, he promptly shoots himself. Shocked and feeling more than a little guilty, Maigret is compelled to find out what the man was up to. His investigation leads him all the way to Liege (Simenon’s birthplace, incidentally) to a garret room where the story of a horrible night years ago is retold (and relieved) and the events which brought that poor man to his miserable end are revealed – too late of course. I wasn’t blown away by the story, or by Maigret, although the details and characterizations were pretty excellent. It was well constructed but just didn’t grab me. I think I will try again – perhaps read something non-Maigret, such as Red Lights which I have on my shelf. I do really want to see some of the screen versions of the Maigret stories – I imagine they translate well. From the wiki article it appears that I have many to choose from. Does anyone have a suggestion about where to start/your favorite on-screen Maigret?
Also discovered through Isabella of Magnificent Octopus was Adalbert Stifter’s Rock Crystal (trans. Elizabeth Mayer and Marianne Moore), which I pulled off my shelf as a bit of holiday reading. Set on Christmas Eve in a remote village in the Alps, it is the briefly epic tale of two children’s journey from their home to a neighboring village and back, through the high pass and a sudden snowstorm. The writing is deceptively simple, and the story plays out gently but with such subtle suspense that I nearly fell out of my chair before I realized I was on the edge of the seat. It is icily beautiful and not really what you would suspect. I am super curious about Stifter and want to venture further into the work of a writer whom Thomas Mann called “one of the most extraordinary, the most enigmatic, the most secretly daring and the most strangely gripping narrators in world literature” (thanks to my lovely NYRB edition for that quote – reminds me that I ALSO need to read some Thomas Mann…). I just might make this book a Christmas reading habit.
I picked up two books by Francoise Sagan at my local library’s book sale last summer, mostly because they were old UK Penguin Books editions. Bonjour Tristesse is a nearly compelling description of the haphazard destruction by a young woman of her father’s relationship with a woman who threatens their carefree way of living. Told by Cecile herself, you see all of her confusion over her own actions and her struggle to determine what is best for herself, for her father, and for the woman whom she actually likes and respects. It is frightening and fascinating to watch her experiment with her powers of manipulation, and interesting to see her both think seriously about the consequences of her actions, and blithely ignore them depending on her mood or the day. Being inside her head is a bit weird, a bit off balance. Cecile seems to suspect that she missed some essential lessons, growing up as she did without the influence of a mother and with a father who is rather immature and who has treated her more like a pal than a daughter – and she is torn between embracing the good influences of Anne, her father’s potential new wife, and hating to see their life together changed. A classic tale really, handled rather well here – although here again (as with Simenon and his Maigret) I didn’t really connect with the characters. The seaside location is evoked rather well and other details are sketched in pretty deftly. It’s worth noting that the author was only 18 years old when she wrote the book (published and an overnight sensation in 1954). Even though I didn’t love this story I look forward to reading Sagan’s second book, A Certain Smile, sometime soon. And I must add the movie Bonjour Tristesse to my list, as well as Sagan, a movie based on the life of the author…
I am culling books in preparation for my move (or avoiding doing so, at the moment…) Would anyone like my copy of Bonjour Tristesse? The cover is the tiniest bit loose but otherwise it is holding together very well, and it’s a 1962 edition I believe. Up for grabs – I don’t mind shipping internationally.