First, this blog replaces my previous blog, thecosmoplitanlawyerblogspot.com . Second, unlike that earlier blog, the present one is primarily meant as a record of my readings. It is not meant to suggest that others will be or should be interested in what I read. And third, in a sense, it is a public diary of one who is an alien in his own American culture. A person who feels at home just about anywhere, except in his birthplace . . . America.
Monday, May 21, 2018
INSPECTOR MAIGRET #20
Georges Simenon, Cecile is Dead (Inspector Maigret), translated from the French by Anthea Bell (New York: Penguin Books, 2015) ("The lawyer, sitting back in his rattan chair and warming the brandy glass in his podgy hand, murmured optimistically, 'Take no notice, the police are like that. They don't care for dealing with businessmen, you see, so it annoyed him to find me here. You can rely on me to . . .'" Id. at 90-91.).