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'Compelling, remorseless, brilliant' John Gray 'The palm trees around the railway station were motionless, fixed in a Saharan sun . . . It really felt as if they were stepping …

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 …

'His artistry is supreme' John Banville'What was he doing there? A hundred times, in the middle of an investigation, he'd had the same feeling of helplessness or, rather, futility. …

'His artistry is supreme' John Banville'Why all of a sudden did this shock him? He was annoyed with himself for being shocked. He felt as if he had been sucked into the bourgeois, …

'His artistry is supreme' John BanvilleEyes half-closed, head tilted against the back of his seat, he seemed not to be thinking, as the plane flew over a thick carpet of bright …

'The most addictive of writers' Observer'High up in Montmartre, there was a festive atmosphere, people were crowding round the little tables where rose wine was being served ... …

'Compelling, remorseless, brilliant' John Gray In everyone's eyes, even the old ladies hiding behind their quivering curtains, even the kids just now who had turned to stare after …

'The father of contemporary European detective fiction' Ann CleevesA man picked up for wandering in obvious distress among the cars and buses on the Grands Boulevards. Questioned …

'The father of contemporary European detective fiction' Ann CleevesIt had a smell of holidays. The previous evening, in Cannes harbour, with the setting sun, had also had the smell …

'His artistry is supreme' John Banville'This was natural. It is the same everywhere. Rarely, however, had Maigret had such a strong sense of a clique. In a small town like this, of …

'His artistry is supreme' John BanvilleThey suddenly found themselves in an impersonal world, where everyday words no longer seemed to mean anything, where the most mundane details …

'The father of contemporary European detective fiction' Ann Cleeves'A radiant late afternoon. The sunshine almost as thick as syrup in the quiet streets of the Left Bank . . .there …