I would like to briefly raise the tone of this blog by giving some attention to my current book, Three Bedrooms in Manhattan by Georges Simenon. The reader of this blog knows Mr. Simenon from his Maigret stories--short novels that we all (well, both) used to enjoy sometimes before Harvest stopped publishing them and Penguin took over, raising the price and the likelihood of Maigret's pages going Poof! and falling to dust in your hands. Having been a Maigret fan, I bought Three Bedrooms in Manhattan one day a year or two ago. I finally got round to starting it a couple of weeks ago. Although I am not finished yet, I must say that it is an excellent read thus far. The sex is there, of course because this is Georges Simenon, but it's a background element. The most important part of it is the author's portrayl of emotions, and the connection between the characters whether it is the emotional or the physical.
Georges Simenon: French Novellist, Sex Machine, and Man with Pipe Appeal.
(I said the tone would only be raised briefly, didn't I?)
