Sans le vouloir, j'avais commis le crime parfait : personne ne m'avait vu venir, à part la victime. La preuve, c'est que je suis toujours en liberté. C'est dans le hall d'un aéroport que tout a commencé. Il savait que ce serait lui. La victime parfaite. Le coupable désigné d'avance. Il lui a suffi de parler. Et d'attendre que le piège se referme. C'est dans le hall d'un aéroport que tout s'est terminé. De toute façon, le hasard n'existe pas.
“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 Inspector Maigret must untangle the web of lies left behind by a murdered man whose family didn’t know him as well as they thought When a man is found stabbed to death in an alley off Boulevard Saint-Martin, his identity card shows a workplace that had gone out of business three years earlier. As far as his wife knew, he still worked there, and she insists that the shoes and a tie h... continue
The Fortress is one of the most significant and fascinating novels to come out of the former Yugoslavia. Ahmet Shabo returns home to eighteenth-century Sarajevo from the war in Russia, numbed by the death in battle or suicide of nearly his entire military unit. In time he overcomes the anguish of war, only to find that he has emerged a reflective and contemplative man in a society that does not value, and will not tolerate, the subversive implications of these qualities.