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Le Soir Illustré September 14, 1989 N° 2986, pp 4-20 Album of a prodigious life All Simenon his women - his children - his novels - his travels - his happiness - his grief - his end - his legacy   original French

Curious since childhood Houses with a view Is communication closer Three brief encounters Liège lived in Simenon The Simenon atmosphere Jean Richard will make his 92nd I'm the last Parisian The Legacy at Liège The author of the naked man His handwriting reveals

Contents

Pedigree The intense chapters of the novel of a life Dead at 86, a genius who called himself a craftsman, the prolific author of 400 works, Georges Simenon, tormented father, mingled his ashes with those of his daughter, Marie-Jo, who had committed suicide. This roaming Belgian, faithful to Liège, left a fabulous legacy.

In 1957 with Jean Gabin – Jean Delannoy's Maigret – discussing pipes.	In the fullness of age, with a mustache.
An admiring and admired father - with Marie-Jo, his only daughter.	Three men in one   With Denise Ouimet, his second wife, a French-speaking Canadian, in their house at Echandens. The love before the hate. "She is three agents and six lawyers," he said. "She negotiates all my contracts. I don't do anything but write the books."

Contents Curious since childhood, he enmeshed himself in the labyrinth of human nature. - Pierre Maury Houses with a view of death - Alain Van Der Eecken Is communication closer between those who couple? - Josiane Vandy Three brief encounters with Simenon - René Henoumont Liège lived in Simenon until the end - Jean-Marc Veszely The Simenon atmosphere – how does it film? - Colin Riva Jean Richard will make his 92nd television Maigret in New York - Bernard Meeus "I'm the last Parisian of Maigret's district to see Simenon alive." - Marcel Leroy The Legacy at Liège - Jacqueline Remits The author of the naked man always wrote unadorned - Sylvie Lausberg His handwriting reveals... prodigeously disconcerting - A.-M. Cobbaert