Can’t believe it’s already the end of September. And once again I’ve managed to post nothing till now. This is certainly not the path I wish to see this little blog go down. I do miss spending time here, as well as time spent visiting all your lovely bookish blogs out there. It feels abit like I have just spun myself out of orbit lately.

September had actually started off on a rather promising note. I started going back to the gym consistently (3 or 4 times a week), and was getting back into the audiobooks I had got going earlier. It felt good to have finally managed to get past Hugo’s neverending extensive chapters describing the Battle of Waterloo and get on with the story of poor little Cossete instead, in Les Miserables. I also enjoyed listening further to how Mary Russell was getting on at her first encounter with the enigmatic feminist Margery Childe in A Montrous Regiment of Women. This is my first Mary Russell book and I think it won’t be the last.

Besides these, I also found myself getting rather caught up in Barbara Vine’s atmostpheric tale of murder and mystery with an imposing rural estate as its setting in A Fatal Inversion. William Gaminara’s reading is just perfect in this telling of the tale. Somehow, I am reminded of Donna Tart’s The Secret History, which I happened to have just finished listening to recently. Maybe it’s the tone or theme on youthful passions gone awry, and how one carries on living a life of guilt and regrets that I find similar to The Secret History.

I am not a reader of crime novels usually, but somehow one thing seemed to have led to another, and as a result of having read this post at Books to the Ceiling a few weeks back, I found myself browsing through the shelves at the Crime/ Thriller section while I was at one of the local bookstores recently. A couple of the new Penguin editions (with new translations) of Georges Simenon’s Inspector Maigret series caught my eye and before long, I decided that I wanted to get better acquainted with Inspector Maigret and spend some time in the some of the seedier parts of Paris (and her neighbouring countries, as well). And so, out of the entire 75 Maigret novels that Simenon had churned out, I think I’m going to start with this one.

Don’t they all look great? Such stylish noir….  it does make crime look rather inviting, don’t you think?

“The Hanged Man of Saint-Pholien was written in the autumn of 1930 and draws on Simenon’s experiences in Liège years earlier, just before he moved to Paris. At that time, he had been involved with a literary set, comprised of poets and young artists. A member of the group, Joseph Jean Kleine, was found hanging from the doorway of the church of Saint-Pholien during this period, a tragedy that left its mark on Simenon.”

Besides the new Penguin Simenons, there was one other particular book cover that stood out and caught my attention.
Peter May’s Extraordinary People. Any book that has a black and white shot of Paris on its cover will always get my attention. It doesn’t hurt to also find that the book does actually have an interesting storyline to go along with, and its author is one whom I have read good things about. Never mind that those good things I’ve read about Peter May were mainly to do with his award-winning Lewis Trilogy, which strangely, does not hold much of an appeal to me. Not as much as this does, anyway.

Peter May - Extraordinary Ppl


An old mystery
As midnight strikes, a man desperately seeking sanctuary flees into a church. The next day, his sudden disappearance will make him famous throughout France.

A new science
Forensic expert Enzo Macleod takes a wager to solve the seven most notorious French murders using modern technology – and a total disregard for the justice system.

A fresh trail
Deep in the catacombs below the city, he unearths dark clues deliberately set – and as he draws closer to the killer, discovers that he is to be the next victim.

So, is anyone else in the mood for some murder?




3 thoughts on “One thing leading to another…..

  1. I’m another one who has her eyes on the Simenon. I remember seeing some of the old television versions of the stories but I’ve never read any of them and it feels like a real gap in my literary education.


  2. I remember Simenon from narratology classes. But (I wish I could say ‘strangely’) I cannot remember which one of the titles we’ve read or what I thought of it..
    I do have one on my shelf though – Maigret and the Millionaires. Maybe I should pick it up..


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