wow. this one is making a serious run at being one of my favourites. Arlette is electrifying. Arlette’s dialogue - every scene she has with Maigret, everything she says when he asks a question, every question she asks, every challenge - she’s electrifying. I love Arlette, I certainly would never dare to judge her, and I hope she isn’t the killer.
there’s more of course. a seaside village in Normandy, which is shutting down at the end of the season even as it comes to life, on every page, for me. there’s Valentine, compelling in her own way. I hope she’s no killer.
this book is alive for me; I hope it doesn’t falter. I’m not sure I even care how clever the ending is. I want to write like this. but for now I’ll settle for reading more of it.
a wonderful start...even if I've got a lot of names and small but possibly important events to keep track of, regarding the poisoning of a maid. an elderly lady, the dead woman's employer, feels she was the intended target. meanwhile, I loved that this novel started with Maigret taking a train ride - I've just come from Blood on the Tracks - which, along with his seaside destination and its fluffy clouds above vacationing children running about in swimming togs, evoked pleasure at memories of his own younger days...though the pleasure turned bittersweet, and even a little upsetting. Maigret missing his wife, and also discovering you can never really go back - to childhood providing magical beaches and trains...