Inspector Maigret. Book 1. Pietr the Latvian
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| Автор | Жорж Сименон |
|---|---|
| Видавництво | Penguin |
| Перекладач | David Bellos |
| Рік видання | 2013 |
| Мова | Англійська |
| Кількість сторінок | 176 |
| Обкладинка | М'яка |
| Вага | 140 |
| ISBN | 9780141392738 |
| Формат | 129x198x11мм |
| Серія книг | Inspector Maigret |
| Тип | Паперова книга |
| Наявність ілюстрацій | Ні |
| Перекладна | Так |
Анотація "Inspector Maigret. Book 1. Pietr the Latvian", Жорж Сименон
The first novel which appeared in Georges Simenon's famous Maigret series, in a gripping new translation by David Bellos.
Inevitably Maigret was a hostile presence in the Majestic. He constituted a kind of foreign body that the hotel's atmosphere could not assimilate.
Not that he looked like a cartoon policeman. He didn't have a moustache and he didn't wear heavy boots. His clothes were well cut and made of fairly light worsted. He shaved every day and looked after his hands.
But his frame was proletarian. He was a big, bony man. His firm muscles filled out his jacket and quickly pulled all his trousers out of shape.
He had a way of imposing himself just by standing there. His assertive presence had often irked many of his own colleagues.
In Simenon's first novel featuring Maigret, the laconic detective is taken from grimy bars to luxury hotels as he traces the true identity of Pietr the Latvian.
Inevitably Maigret was a hostile presence in the Majestic. He constituted a kind of foreign body that the hotel's atmosphere could not assimilate.
Not that he looked like a cartoon policeman. He didn't have a moustache and he didn't wear heavy boots. His clothes were well cut and made of fairly light worsted. He shaved every day and looked after his hands.
But his frame was proletarian. He was a big, bony man. His firm muscles filled out his jacket and quickly pulled all his trousers out of shape.
He had a way of imposing himself just by standing there. His assertive presence had often irked many of his own colleagues.
In Simenon's first novel featuring Maigret, the laconic detective is taken from grimy bars to luxury hotels as he traces the true identity of Pietr the Latvian.
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