Thursday, 31 March 2016

A Good Read

I could never be a literary critic: I do not analyse  a book when I read it. My rule of thumb is does it hold my interest?   If it fails this I don't continue with it. I have referred to the seven canal-based crime stories by Leo McNeir in the past. On the whole these pass  my test but the penultimate novel - No Secrets - really did not grab me and I did not finish it. One author who has not failed me yet is Nevil Shute. I was introduced to his work by my elder sister when I was a teenager. She lent me Landfall and I have since read most of his stories.  Like the Maigret stories, they evoke the time in which they are set so vividly. I am currently re-reading all my copies before offering them on Ebay. I don't suppose the paperbacks will sell but some of the hardbacks might do so. If not, the charity shops of Preston will be awash with them.

Wednesday, 30 March 2016

A Penny For Them

A couple of weeks ago we took a walk along the old railway line which ran to Longridge as far as Grimsagh then returned to Preston by bus. Last week we took the bus to Grimsagh and walked back.

While this was interesting and enjoyable it was put in the shadows by seeing this chap riding an Ordinary Bicycle, often referred to as a Penny Farthing. He had cycled from Longridge to visit his mother on this modern replica.

Sunday, 27 March 2016

Mr Bean as Maigret

This evening Rowan Atkinson (aka Mr Bean aka Blackadder) is portraying Maigret in the first of two feature-length stories on TV. Whatever wonders the make-up and wardrobe departments manage I will not be able to watch those eyes and see them as Jules Maigret.
For me the archetypal Maigret was Rupert Davies in the 1960s, enhanced, I am  sure, by the monochrome film medium. When he struck that match on the wall and the accordion music started I was transported to Paris in an era before la Grande Arche.
I suppose to film appropriate architecture nowadays they would have to go to Prague or somewhere, but when Rupert Davies was driving around Paris in his Citroen Traction Avant much of the city was relatively unchanged from the 1930-50 era in which the stories were set. If you would like to view the last Maigret story involving Rupert Davies  Maigret' Little Joke - click here.
However, you will not see the Citroen as it does not feature in this episode.
After the series was complete, Rupert Davies bought the car and we used to see him driving it around Amersham.
The Citroën Traction Avant was the first front-wheel drive, steel monocoque car ever put into wide-scale production. In many ways the Traction Avant was revolutionary. Itwas designed by André Lefébvre and Flaminio Bertone (remember his unrelated curves in Italian car design?). It was incredibly successful over more than two decades of production, with 750,000 units distributed worldwide between 1934 and 1956. Other cars produced at the time were essentially a chassis under a box. The Citroën was far more advanced, boasting an all in one body with independent front torsion bar suspension and hydraulic brakes. 
After Rupert Davies's death in 1976, the Maigret car was owned by his wife. It has changed hands since then and the last time I can trace, which was January 2015,  it was looking decidedly sad.

When I worked in Paris we used to frequent a cafe not far from the Citroen factory in Levallois  - J'ai Deux Amours -  which was  the title of a song made famous by Josephine Baker.  Co-incidentally I came across the following photograph and article in France Today. I am reproducing it in full for the Maigret nerds amongst you.
Georges Simenon & wife, Tigy, with Josephine Baker and fiance

Georges Simenon's Paris: Following in the Footsteps of his Fictional Sleuth, Jules Maigret

March 16, 2016

No wonder Georges Simenon set most of the Maigret stories in Paris – 63 out of 75 of them in fact. Because Paris is a compact city, it provides an unrivalled stage for crime fiction, where the investigation can progress at speed. But the Maigret stories also make wonderful guides to the flip-side of pre-gentrified Paris, the Paris of black and white photos, a shabby conglomerate of closely-knit communities, yet alive with the pulse of authenticity. Simenon crisply encapsulates that Paris of neighbourhood bars and bistros, of payphones and platform buses, sparing us neither the gloom of November nor the heat of August. He even takes us past the loge of the concierge into private homes, and gratifies us with the smell of floor polish or the cooking smells of ragoût de mouton, blanquette de veau or tripes à la mode de Caen.
With a Maigret in hand you can comb every bit of Paris. Be aware, however, that Simenon fiddles with street numbers and place names, throwing in existing ones alongside those he invents, or shifting places around. And to complicate it further, many of the real-life places have since disappeared. He also throws bits of his own life into Maigret’s, the devotion to pipes and beer not least. Maigret’s persona, on the other hand, is largely inspired by real-life Commissaire Guillaume, le grand patron of the Police Judiciaire (PJ, pronounced pé’ji), who was in charge of the most famous criminal investigations of the time. A smoker of cigarettes rather than pipes, he was also significantly slimmer.
Simenon’s Parisian life begins at the Gare du Nord, as does the first Maigret, Pietr le Letton (Pietr the Latvian), published in 1931. Arriving from Belgium in December 1922, he was underwhelmed: “The coldest, draftiest and busiest of Paris’s stations, with trains arriving from Belgium and Germany, bringing in their loads of crooks.” In the story, a body is discovered aboard the Étoile du Nord, the luxury Paris-Bruxelles-Amsterdam Express introduced in 1924; hence the lady in mink and silk stockings waiting at platform 11. Today the line is used by the speedier but less glamorous Thalys. Built under Haussmann, the station never lived up to expectations and is currently an unsafe mess. (May its refurbishment, scheduled to be completed by 2024, allow it to vie with London’s St. Pancras.)
Also in 1924, the recently wed Simenon and ‘Tigy’ moved to a one-bedroom flat at 21 Place des Vosges, overlooking the backyard. Built under Henri IV, the then Place Royale was the aristocracy’s ‘holy of holies’. Was Simenon aware that his flat had been sliced out of the mansion of the Duc de Richelieu, the Cardinal’s great-nephew, with whom he shared an insatiable sex life? Whereas the Duke claimed to have seduced all the females of the square, Simenon’s alleged number of conquests is 10,000. His liaison with Josephine Baker, however, was no fiction. By contrast, Maigret led an irreproachable marital life at 132 Boulevard Richard-Lenoir. Built over the Canal Saint-Martin under Haussmann, to prevent it being used by insurgents, from 1869 to 1969, during Holy Week, the Boulevard hosted the famous Ham and Scrap-iron Fair, a tradition that began in the Middle Ages in front of Notre Dame. The fair is now held in Chatou, west of Paris, but you can still drool over the Thursday and Sunday morning market.
While work was carried out in the Maigrets’ building, Simenon moved the couple to his own real address on Place des Vosges, but the no. 61 of the murder scene in L’Ombre chinoise (The Shadow Puppet) doesn’t exist: Place des Vosges has 36 houses, nine on each side. The upscale square was a social mix in Simenon’s day; witness the spacious first floor of a former ambassador in L’Ombre chinoise compared to the shabby lodgings above.
Georges Simenon's Paris: Following in the Footsteps of his Fictional Sleuth, Jules Maigret
1930s Book Cover
The Canal Saint-Martin, too, has been upgraded since Simenon’s time. The footbridges are as atmospheric as ever, but its lock-keepers are gone and the barges have given way to cruise boats. Built under Napoleon to supply to Paris the water of the Ourcq, it soon proved useful for the transportation of raw materials. The ports of La Villette and of L’Arsenal followed suit; industry, poverty and knife crime at the ready too. It was not uncommon to recover a dead body from the water, the arm of a dead man in Le Corps sans tête (The Headless Corpse). This happened at the bend of the canal, level with Rue des Recollets, where it obstructed the passage of a barge. The nearby L’Atmosphère, which caters to a laid-back Bobo clientele, is the very site of working-class Paupol in the story.
Simenon first settled in Batignolles, west of Montmartre, where he liked to spend time. Au Rêve, a hangout of his, is still there at 89 Rue Caulaincourt, across Place Constantin Pecquer, a genuine local spot to this day, yet a stone’s throw from the tourist-ridden Sacré Coeur and Place du Tertre. The café has been popular with the arty and literati for decades. 2014 Nobel Prize winner Patrick Modiano mentions it several times in his novels.
Simenon wrote an early novel here, while Tigy tried to sell her paintings at the art fair on the square across the street. Was it due to nostalgia that Rue Caulaincourt appears some 20 times in the stories, more than almost any other location? There is a statue of Steinlen inside the little garden, Montmartre’s artist who created the famous Chat Noir poster. The heating business at the bottom of the steps was Chez Manière in the stories, although the real-life Chez Manière was at 65 rue Caulaincourt, now Le Cépage Montmartrois.
The affluent Avenue Junot curves pleasantly across the square to the west. It boasts impressive Modernist villas, Adolf Loos’s no. 15 notably, designed for Tristan Tzara of the Dada movement. In Maigret et le fantôme, an art collector living here is involved in art forgery on an international scale, including a forged Van Gogh.
Van Gogh himself had lived nearby on Rue Lepic, home to Les Deux Moulins café from the movie Amélie, and Le Moulin de la Galette immortalized by Renoir. Tucked more discreetly on Rue Tholozé is Studio 28, where Simenon liked to watch a movie, as does Amélie in the film. Opened in 1928, this is Paris’s oldest cinema still in operation, premiering that year Abel Gance’s Napoléon, and Buñuel’s L’Age d’or in 1930, thus provoking a riot and the banning of the film.
Le Cyrano, next to the Moulin Rouge, on the corner of Boulevard de Clichy and Rue Lepic, is now a fast food outlet. André Breton gathered here daily his fellow Surrealists. Le Cyrano also appears in Maigret au Picratt’s, a strip club on the corner of Rue Pigalle and Rue Fontaine, where Breton actually lived, on the 9th arrondissement side of Place Pigalle. The Picratt’s was Simenon’s creation, but there were plenty like it in this district. The leafy courtyards to the south are survivors of 19th century Paris, when this was its artistic hub.
The city’s ‘palaces’ (luxury hotels, pronounced the French way) were not immune to crime. Maigret found the “infinity of red carpets” at the Majestic sickening and took in the evening gowns and furs, the wafts of perfume, the jazz… Those were the “Roaring Years”. In 1922 a famous dinner united here Diaghilev, Stravinksy, Picasso, Joyce and Proust. In 1928 Gershwin composed An American in Paris here. But the hotel in Pietr le Letton and Les Caves du Majestic is situated on the Champs Elysées – it is Claridge’s in fact, while the Majestic was on the Avenue Kleber and played a sinister role in the deportation of the Jews during the Occupation. After the war it became the seat of UNESCO and later an international conference centre where the Vietnam and Cambodian peace agreements were signed, in 1973 and 1991 respectively. In 2010 it was resurrected as the plush Peninsula Paris.
Across the Seine, in Montparnasse, La Coupole epitomised the Roaring Years, shining new in December 1927, outshining its neighbours with its doormen in dashing garnet uniforms, 450 staff and 600 seated guests – the largest eating-place in France. Everyone came here – Picasso, Chagall, Man Ray, Charlie Chaplin, Josephine Baker, Simenon… La Tête d’un homme is largely set in its Bar Américain, where lost souls found shelter.
Last but not least, the epicentre of Maigret’s Paris is 36 Quai des Orfèvres, uncannily just around the corner from the geographical centre of Paris, at Notre Dame. Head there fast, because in 2017 the judicial world is moving to Renzo Piano’s new glass tower in Batignolles, where Simenon’s Parisian life began.
From his office window, Maigret looks out south to the Pont Saint-Michel and the Quai des Grands Augustins across the Seine. Like a leitmotif, beer and sandwiches are sent for from the Brasserie Dauphine – Aux Trois Marches in reality, on the corner of rue D’Harlay and the Quai de l’Horloge, off Place Dauphine, which is now a lawyers’ meeting place, La Maison du Barreau.
Place Dauphine echoes the much better preserved Place des Vosges and was famously the home of Yves Montand and Simone Signoret. Facing the Pont Neuf on its western side, la Taverne Henri IV has kept Simenon’s corner with some old photos above his table. Its previous proprietor, Robert Cointepas, was the last Parisian to have seen Simenon, having visited him in Lausanne, just before his passing in 1989.

And for super-nerds  to absorb the atmosphere>:
Simenon’s Paris Essentials
L’Atmosphère, 49, rue Lucien Sampaix, Paris 75010. Tel: +33 1 40 38 09 21
Au Rêve, 89, rue Caulaincourt, Paris 75018. Tel: +33 1 44 85 05 75
Au Cépage Montmartrois, 65, rue Caulaincourt, Paris 75018. Tel: +33 1 46 06 95 15
Peninsula Paris, 19, avenue Kléber, Paris 75016. Tel: +33 1 58 12 28 88
Le Claridge (Fraser Suites), 74, avenue des Champs-Elysées, Paris 75008. Tel: +33 1 44 13 33 33
La Coupole, 102, boulevard du Montparnasse, Paris 75014. Tel: +33 1 43 20 14 20 ( I have eaten here and it has a wonderful interior)
La Taverne Henri IV, 13, place du Pont Neuf, Paris 75001. Tel: +33 1 43 54 27 90

Thursday, 10 March 2016

A First Class Post?

When I was courting (that dates me!) communications were made via the Royal Mail or the General Post Office telephone. The telephone was preferable as it was free if you knew how to "tap" the number. Letters were generally written in the evening after returning from work and deposited in the main post office (which is now a Wetherspoon's Pub) later that evening.The journey from small town in Bucks to larger town in South Devon was accomplished by the next morning - door-to-door.
Around 1pm today, Thursday, I received a letter in central Preston which had been posted in an Oxford suburb on Saturday. As it was important, a first class stamp was affixed. The stamp was not franked so I have no evidence with which to complain about the service. That's progress!

Wednesday, 9 March 2016

A Welcome Support for Family Life

Today the government lost their attempt to relax the Sunday Trading Laws by granting Local Authorities the power to vary Sunday trading times for large supermarkets. The justification for this was:
  • This would lead to a significant increase in employment
  • With online traders able to deliver on Sundays the restriction on retail outlets was unfair
How ludicrous can their arguments get?
Are we going to eat more because shops are open longer? If not then any increase in labour and store operating costs will not boost the economy.

Everyone's life is so hectic nowadays, why can't we have one peaceful day a week?

Sunday, 6 March 2016

Second Battle of Berkhamsted

5000 years before the Grand Junction Canal came to Berkhamsted there were people living in this area of  Hertfordshire.
Even before the Romans built villas in and around Northchurch in AD60, the Saxons had a route through here called Akeman Street.
In December 1066 the Anglo Saxons surrendered here to the Normans following Harold's defeat at Hastings. Why Berkhamsted castle was selected is unknown. What is known is that the Normans had been unable to reach London from the south due to resistance and marched round to the west of the city.
The castle has other claims to fame: it passed through the hands of three of Henry VIII's wives and was the private home of Elizabeth during the reign of her sister Mary.
173 High St - oldest extant jettied building  in UK

According to English Heritage, this unremarkable building in the High Street of Berkhamsted  is the oldest extant jettied building in Britain.

A less well-known contribution to English history was made on this day 150 years ago - the Battle of Berkhamsted  Common  when supporters of the Open Space Society (forerunner of National Trust) broke  down a three mile fence which Lord Brownlowe had erected around the Common . The OSS organised a train load of navvies from London to break down the fence on the night of 6th March 1866. It was never enclosed again and remains a common.

It is time for another Battle of Berkhamsted as the natives have asked C&RT to restrict canal boats mooring in the town to 48hours. They claim that boaters are rowdy. I have no doubt that there are rowdy residents of Berkhamsted too. Are these to be curfewed or bannished to Hemel Hempstead after 48 hours of residence?

Tuesday, 1 March 2016

Sign of the Times?

Having been grumped at from an avid reader in Wales for neglecting the blog here is a very small reparation in honour of St David's Day  

I assume that Preston City Council have a surplus of signs that they thought they should deploy somewhere even if it was quite unnecessary

And to answer another reader's enquiry - yes Preston is a city. It received city status as city number 60 to commemorate the Queen's 60th anniversary..