A Man’s Head, Georges Simenon


Translated by Geoffrey Sainsbury

Here I am in Paris at last, in a delightful old house of three levels and full of books, on the Rue de la Tombe Issoire; a converted stables maybe, at the rear of an apartment block. “Look for the porte vert”, my daughter wrote, and there it was and in we walked through a cobblestoned tunnel, past the concierge’s door, and out into the courtyard. All exactly as I imagined from half a century of reading Simenon and Maigret.

Yesterday, we – me, ex-Mrs Legend, geology daughter and three grandkids aged 5 – 13 – made our way by #38 bus to the Ile de la Cite – the Palais de Justice, the Prefecture de Police, Notre Dame – on a lovely early spring day, no leaves on the trees yet, but daffodils and tulips flowering in all the gardens. Maigret routinely cuts through the Palais on his way to his office in the Prefecture, but the two buildings/complexes are separated by a street, the Blvd du Palais, and slightly offset, so I’m none the wiser about how that works.

The Penguin edition of A Man’s Head I have with me (earlier than the one pictured) I found quite by accident in a second hand shop in Perth a few days ago. It has an excellent introduction by Patrick Marnham – well, excellent except that it reveals who dunnit – which sets out Simenon’s history as a writer.

Georges Simenon (1903-1989) was a stupendously prolific author, writing up to 40 titles per year. When he wrote La Tete d’un Homme in 1930, first published in English in 1939, as A Battle of Nerves, he was already a successful writer of pulp fiction under various pseudonyms, and had four other Maigret novels completed. They were all launched at a wild party in Montparnasse (just up the road from here!) in February 1931. By the end of the year there were 11 Maigret titles in print, and by 1939 and the outbreak of war, nineteen.

Simenon famously wrote two streams of novels, Maigrets and ‘Simenons’, psychological thrillers. Although they are not so dissimilar in their approach to crime, the Simenons are probably more sexual. By the time he retired in 1972 Simenon had written 193 novels under his own name.

In this early novel, Maigret is already 45, a large man (though under 6′ as it turns out), broad shouldered, imposing, wrapped in his heavy overcoat, and an Inspector in the Police Judiciaire. He and Madame Maigret, waiting patiently at home in their small apartment on the Blvd Richard-Lenoir, are and remain childless. In fact, Mme Maigret, who is a significant presence in later novels, barely rates a mention in this.

Maigret solves his murders by accumulating evidence, not just the forensic evidence, and the curious noises in the dark, of Sherlock Holmes, but the evidence of Maigret’s senses, of his feeling for the characters involved as he absorbs himself in their milieu. Marnham writes that “When the forensic expert tells Maigret that the writer of the anonymous note to a newspaper is an intellectual who speaks several languages [and identifies which bar in Montparnasse the note has come from by the colour of the ink], we can take it that the author is mocking the great tradition of ‘Elementary my dear Watson’.” Maigret is a new type of detective, arriving at the identity of the perpetrator by his intuition into the characters of the victim(s) and the suspects.

A Man’s Head begins with a prisoner on death row awaiting his turn to die, having already heard the man in the next cell being led away – Markham points out that, shockingly, in 1930 “execution was still carried out on the street, in central Paris, outside the prison walls”. The man, Heurtin, sentenced to death for the murders of a wealthy old lady and her servant/companion is allowed to escape and is followed by Maigret’s men as he makes his way back along the Seine to his parents’ inn where, rejected by his father, he hangs himself in the stables. Along the way he is observed by Maigret hanging around outside a Montparnasse cafe attempting unsuccessfully to make contact with a poor young man, a student maybe, ekeing out a coffee and a pot of yogurt over a whole day sitting at the bar. In this cafe Maigret is subsequently approached by the young man, Radek, who wishes to discuss murders with him, and by a flash young man, Kirby, who is the nephew and heir of the murdered old woman, and from there he goes on to uncover the real murderer.

But this brief account does no justice to the long hours Maigret spends waiting, observing and thinking, nor to Simenon’s loving attention to detail, in the descriptions of Paris’ underbelly of prostitutes and petty criminals, and of life along the Seine, the barges, the cafes and inns, out of Paris and into the country.

And Maigret spent an hour after his own heart, snugly ensconced in a corner of the cab, whose windows were splashed with rain and misty from the warmth inside. He smoked incessantly, warmly wrapped in the enormous overcoat that had become a byword on the Quai des Orfevres.

The suburbs of Paris glided by, then the October country. Sometimes a drab band of river came into view between the gables of houses and the bare trees.

Maigret is of course at odds with the examining magistrate who, in the French system, controls the case, and his neck is on the line – though not so literally as Heurtin’s – in the gamble he takes in facilitating the escape of a convicted murderer. There are probably too many coincidences, particularly in Maigret being present when Heurtin attempts to contact Radek, and we have less involvement with Maigret as a person than we do in later novels. But nevertheless, all the elements are there which almost instantaneously made Maigret and Simenon justifiably famous.

The Prefecture de Police (looking down towards Notre Dame)

Georges Simenon, A Man’s Head, first pub. 1931. This ed. translated by Geoffrey Sainsbury, Penguin Classics, 2003.

*The absence of French accents is not me being bolshie! I typed this direct into WordPress (I normally type at least my first draft in Word) and so had no access to special characters – though I guess there must be provision for French bloggers somewhere. Anyway, sorry. I’ll fix it when I get home.

The driver who brought us in from Charles de Gaulle Airport said that the French were unhappy with the British over WW II and had consequently been resistant to speaking English. But I must say that the mostly french-speaking waiters and barmen we have dealt with, far from being ‘notoriously surly’, have been uniformly cheerful and helpful. Tomorrow I make my way to Avignon, where the others are staying on, then on to Barcelona. All I have to do is negotiate my Eurail pass into a ticket into Spain, which is so far proving difficult.

13 thoughts on “A Man’s Head, Georges Simenon

  1. Well, I’ve never wanted to read Simenon, but now I do!
    Re the accents: here’s a tip…
    Open up https://translate.google.com/ Set the two sides of it to English and French.
    Type into the LHS (English): “My mother telephoned a boy to be nice.
    The cake is the one that is yours”.
    This will give you: Ma mère a téléphoné à un garçon pour être sympa.
    Le gâteau est celui qui est le vôtre.
    Copy and paste that into your blog post, and any time you need one of the accented letters, simply copy and paste that letter from the French sentence. Don’t forget to delete the sentence when you finish!


    • Maigrets in particular are a very quick read and I think his fans find him a very comfortable presence, but it’s the depth of his understanding and the detail of Simenon’s observation that make the books worth reading. Probably I should find a critical study one day that points out the issues Simenon is avoiding – pervasive police corruption and anti-semitiism in the 1930s for starters – but maybe the time for that has passed. I would have thought Maigret as well known as Sherlock Holmes, but my daughter has never heard of him.

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  2. PS I forgot to say, if you open the ‘kitchen sink’ in WordPress (using toolbar toggle, last icon on the top row) so that you see two rows of icons, you will see on the lower row a Greek symbol (omega) which has special characters. It doesn’t have all the ones you need but it has all the French ones, I think. But I find it quicker to write the whole post, then go through and fix e.g. all the letters é at the same time.
    There are ways to mess with your keyboard for different languages but I find them a pain.


    • Thankyou for those answers. I have copy/pasted e acutes and so on across from Word at other times (and also curly apostrophes – WordPress’ are straight) so I like the idea of putting everything I need across the top of the page.

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  3. If you have a Mac – do you? – you just hold the letter down eg the “e” and up will pop options for the different accents eg 1 for grave, 2 for acute etc. On an iPad keyboard, you hold the letter down and just slide to the option that pops up eg èéêëėę. So lovely.

    I used to love watching Maigret on TV in my youth, but I’ve never read Simenon. One day perhaps.


  4. BTW Before Apples had thus, I had a little utility called PopChar permanently installed that I could access any time from whatever screen I was on. I think Windows has something similar called Character Map, but I’m not sure how you find it or if it works for all operating systems but it might be worth researching.


    • eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
      That didn’t work! I’m firmly of the Windows world I’m afraid, even my phones – which is causing me problems over here. For the time being I’ll do what Lisa said and put a line of the characters across the top of my page so I can copy them as needed – but I’m sure they’re in this keyboard somewhere!


      • Show off! You can stay on the dark-side! I’ll stick to my user friendly Apples. Have had them since 1985.

        I believe you can get accents on that numeric keypad if you use a desktop keyboard ( not the numbers across the top but that little keypad on the side). You hit the Alt Key and type in codes like 0994 or 2163 etc to get your accent. I think you can “install” specific keypads eg a French one. But Windows must surely provide this one day?


  5. As you know I’m only 2 books into my Maigret journey, but I can see why he’s loved by so many. We have a regular customer who is ordering all the new translations as they’re published, which is what got me intrigued in the first place.
    I love the idea of getting to know him well enough to be able to walk in his footsteps one day.


    • I have bought and read second hand Maigrets at random all my adult life. If you read them roughly in order you will enjoy the process as he ages into semi retirement in the country. And it was lovely not just to see police headquarters but to stay in such a typical Maigret house – an arch, a central courtyard, one or two apartments on each floor, walk to a cafe for tea.

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