Frases de Georges Simenon
Data de nascimento:13. Fevereiro 1903
Data de falecimento:4. Setembro 1989
Georges Simenon foi um escritor belga de língua francesa.
Foi um romancista de uma fecundidade extraordinária: escreveu 192 romances, 158 novelas, alem de obras autobiográficas e numerosos artigos e reportagens sob seu nome e mais 176 romances, dezenas de novelas, contos e artigos sob 27 pseudônimos diferentes.
As tiragens acumuladas de seus livros atingem mais de 500 milhões de exemplares. É o autor belga, e o quarto autor de língua francesa mais traduzido em todo o mundo.
Seu personagem mais famoso é o Comissário Maigret, personagem de 75 novelas e 28 contos.
Citações Georges Simenon
„I would like to carve my novel in a piece of wood. My characters—I would like to have them heavier, more three-dimensional... My characters have a profession, have characteristics; you know their age, their family situation, and everything. But I try to make each one of those characters heavy, like a statue, and to be the brother of everybody in the world.“
„When he went out it was freezing, and a pale winter sun was rising over Paris.
No thought of escape had as yet crossed Monsieur Monde's mind.
As a matter of fact, it started like an attack of flu. In the car he felt a shiver. He was very susceptible to head colds. Some winters they would hang on for weeks, and his pockets would be stuffed with wet handkerchiefs, which mortified him. Moreover, that morning he ached all over, perhaps from having slept in an awkward position, or was it a touch of indigestion due to last night's supper?
'I'm getting flu,' he thought.
Then, just as they were crossing the Grands Boulevards, instead of automatically checking the time on the electric clock as he usually did, he raised his eyes and noticed the pink chimney pots outlined against a pale blue sky where a tiny white cloud was floating.
It reminded him of the sea. The harmony of blue and pink suddenly brought a breath of Mediterranean air to his mind, and he envied people who, at that time of year, lived in the South and wore white flannels.“
— Georges Simenon
Monsieur Monde Vanishes