“One of the greatest writers of the twentieth century . . . Simenon was unequaled at making us look inside, though the ability was masked by his brilliance at absorbing us obsessively in his stories.” —The Guardian
When Inspector Maigret's wallet and badge are stolen on a bus, it sets off a chain of events culminating in a grisly murder case
A pickpocket steals Maigret's wallet only to contact him the following day, returning the stolen items on the condition that he come to the thief's apartment. When the agitated young thief leads Maigret to the body of his wife, dead of a gunshot wound to the head, he implores Maigret to take the case. Unsure whether he can trust him, the inspector becomes embroiled in a most unusual murder investigation.
Putting the detective's knowledge of Paris's underworld to the test, Maigret's Pickpocket is a shocking mystery from Georges Simenon.
I never tire of following Maigret around the streets of Paris, or anywhere else in France. The when of the setting doesn’t really matter; there’s a timeless to the stories that transcends women’s fashions or police procedures described in a particular story. It seems to me Maigret would fit himself easily into any era, although it’s hard to imagine him posting pictures of his dinner on Instagram.