Maigret on the Riviera

In his suit and bowler hat Superintendent Maigret feels out of place among the palm trees, the bright colors, the half-clad, bronzed vacationers on the Côte d'Azur. And the murder case that has called him here seems, somehow, not serious. Who could have wanted to stab to death William Brown, a middle-aged Australian who lived in squalor with an overblown, overperfumed mistress and her officious mother and whose only vice, apparently, was going out on a binge once a month? Maigret would rather lounge in the sun and sip Pernods than question cab drivers, search the bars of Cannes for that rare slot machine, or sit in a sordid little dive with a woman called Fat Jaja. A deft, psychologically fascinating story of men who kick over the traces — and of men who don't. And of how human love and tenderness can theme in the ugliest, most degenerate soil.

Beyond its central premise, the book can be read through the connected lenses of Fiction, Romance. Those themes offer useful points of attention as the characters, ideas, or world develop, especially where the book complicates the expectations of its primary category.