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'His artistry is supreme' John Banville Eyes 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 …

'His artistry is supreme' John Banville It was as if suddenly, long ago, life had stopped here, not the life of the man lying on the bed but the life of the house, the life of its …

The city of Simenon's youth comes to life in this new translation of this disturbing novel set in Liège, book ten in the new Penguin Maigret series.In the darkness, the main room …

'His artistry is supreme' John Banville 'There was no lack of picturesque individuals in a neighbourhood like Quai de Valmy. But he had seldom encountered the kind of inertia he …

'His artistry is supreme' John Banville Certain details of the case were etched more sharply than others in Maigret's memory. Even years later he could recall the particular taste …

The first novel which appeared in Georges Simenon's famous Maigret series, in a gripping new translation by David Bellos.Not that he looked like a cartoon policeman. He didn't have …

'Irresistible . . . so tightly wound that there's no natural place to put it down' Independent 'Maigret had questioned thousands, tens of thousands of people in the course of his …

'The father of contemporary European detective fiction' Ann Cleeves Poor Cécile! And yet she was still young. Maigret had seen her papers: barely twenty-eight years old. But it …

'Compelling, remorseless, brilliant' John Gray He went out, lit his pipe and walked slowly to the harbour. He could hear scurrying footsteps behind him. The sea was becoming …

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 …

'The father of contemporary European detective fiction' Ann Cleeves Maigret shrugged his shoulders, buried his hands in his pockets and went off without answering. He had just …

'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 …