While interrogating a penniless delinquent about a sordid crime, Maigret is called to the scene of an utterly different murder, one of the richest wine merchants in Paris is dead.

"Georges Simenon's Chief Inspector Maigret belongs to the Paris of today as surely as Holmes did to gaslit London." (The New York Times)

Customer Review: Another Droll and Very Good Maigret!

You can tell this is a later Maigret, with references to TV, and certain flu rememdies, though Mrs. Maigret does prefer the old fashioned cures. Simenon rarely describes a crime in all its bloody detail, rather making the reader feel the circumstances behind the deed. Here the victim, a self- made wine merchant, elicits virtually no sympathy from anyone, and the cause turns out to be financial resentment and bullying, among the author's more common reasons for the crime. As usually, we get a fine sense of Paris with all its seedy and hi-class neighborhoods, and terrific short descriptions and comments by and about the very realistic personages, not least the detective, his wife, the other polices, as well as the culprit, who we meet at the very end. A Maigret book is always a fine way to spend a few hours, visiting Paris, its people and neighborhoods, and its fine detective.

Customer Review: Another winner from the series

As Inspector Maigret says himself, "I have never come across a more unsavory crowd than have turned up in this case!" And so it is in the tale of "Maigret and the Wine Merchant," the 70th of 75 full-length books in the detective series. And despicable the characters are too, from the victim -- the wine merchant who made it a point of bragging about sleeping with the wives of his employees -- to the killer and everyone else in their circle. It's musical beds and thievery and blackmail and the devil take the hindmost. But Maigret, working in his usual low-key manner, sorts it all out and comes to the proper conclusion. There's a good bit of Maigret in Peter Falk's Columbo. Simenon doesn't waste the reader's time or slow down the pace of his stories with unnecessary detail and description. It took me under three hours to read this 187 page book. The most attention to detail we get is about Maigret's penchant for the pipe and his suffering due to a bad cold or the flu or maybe even quinsy. He's a bit of a hypochondriac. Otherwise, it's a straightforward yarn, and I believe one of the best of the series.

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