Snared in the propeller of a barge was a man’s arm—drained white, and limp as a dead fish from prolonged immersion in the murky canal. It was a singularly challenging case for Chief Inspector Maigret, as piece by gruesome piece the corpse of a man was
Vain, womanising Tony and passionate, manipulative Andree met eight times in eleven months in the blue room at the Hotel des Voyageurs for afternoons of abandoned love. For Tony the conversation that last time was just the casual, almost banal, talk of lo
Paris has taken its toll and Maigret is sent to Vichy for the cure, but the Inspector finds it difficult to give his curiosity a rest. He compiles a mental dossier on his fellow guests, including a curious woman he and Madam Maigret note in particular --
Maigret arrives home exhausted after cracking an especially difficult case, only to be awakened within hours by the news of a nearly successful attempt on the life of a colleague. Plainclothes detective Lagnon, known to Maigret as "Inspector Hopeless," ha
En el principio, ahí, mirando, en la terraza de un café al caer la tarde, hay una mujer que querría escribir un libro pero que no sabe ni cuándo ni cómo podrá escribirlo, y que ve cómo se desarrolla la historia de otra mujer, Emily L., quien a su v
“Duras manages to combine the seemingly irreconcilable perspectives of confession and objectivity, of lyrical poetry and nouveau roman. The sentences lodge themselves slowly in the reader’s mind until they detonate with all the force of fused feeling
Sex, and death. All of Marguerite Duras's writings are suffused with the certitude that absolute love is both necessary (sex) ... and impossible to achieve (death). But no book of hers embodies this idea so powerfully, so excessively, as No More (C'est To
Cuarenta y un años después de publicar su primera novela, Marguerite Duras se convierte de la noche a la mañana, con el amante, en una autora solicitada por todos los públicos. Y, además, recibe poco después, en noviembre de 1984, el prestigioso pre
Written in the splendid bareness of her late style, these pages are Marguerite Duras's theory of literature: comparing a dying fly to the work of style; remembering the trance and incurable disarray of writing; recreating the last moments of a British pil
