Soul InspectorGeorges Simenon pushed his characters to emotional extremes, exposing the criminal within, a shadowy core he believed we all share.
THREE BEDROOMS IN MANHATTAN (NEW YORK REVIEW BOOKS CLASSICS) BY GEORGES SIMENON.EDITED BY JOYCE CAROL OATES, MARC ROMANO, LAWRENCE G. BLOCHMAN. NYRB CLASSICS. PAPERBACK, 176 PAGES. $
In 1927, Georges Simenon, the phenomenally prolific Belgian author of crime novels, helped engineer a publicity stunt that sounds like a forecast of reality TV: He sat in a glass booth and wrote a novel in a week, in full view of the public. Simenon was all but unknown then, a journeyman author of indifferent pulp novelettes under a variety of pseudonyms. The feat made him famous, became the first thing many people knew about him. It was certainly the first thing I ever knew about him—I heard the story from my father, who at the time of the performance was growing up a few miles from Simenon’s hometown of Liège. No one who witnessed the feat forgot it. Pierre Assouline, in his 1997 biography of Simenon, quotes from no fewer than four memoirs by acquaintances of the novelist, recalling the surging crowds, the writer’s concentration, how he did not once look up from his typewriter . . .