Thomas Narcejac (1908–1998)

El representante de ventas Fernand Ravinel no puede aguantar más la vida asfixiante y rutinaria que lleva con su esposa Mireille en una modesta casa en Enghien, al norte de París. Por eso, junto a su amante, una ambiciosa doctora, urden un elaborado plan para asesinarla. Pero al poco tiempo, bajo una presión insoportable y aún conmocionado por el crimen, Ravinel empieza a recibir notas de la víctima, señales y evidencias de que su mujer, en realidad, no ha desaparecido y ha vuelto de entre los muertos para atormentarle...

Las diabólicas, cima indiscutible de la novela negra, condensa a la perfección la esencia misma del suspense y el terror psicológico. Reeditada constantemente desde su publicación en 1952, ha sido además llevada al cine y a la televisión en varias ocasiones, entre las que destaca en especial la magistral adaptación realizada por Henri-Georges Clouzot.… (meer)

El representante de ventas Fernand Ravinel no puede aguantar más la vida asfixiante y rutinaria que lleva con su esposa Mireille en una modesta casa en Enghien, al norte de París. Por eso, junto a su amante, una ambiciosa doctora, urden un elaborado plan para asesinarla. Pero al poco tiempo, bajo una presión insoportable y aún conmocionado por el crimen, Ravinel empieza a recibir notas de la víctima, señales y evidencias de que su mujer, en realidad, no ha desaparecido y ha vuelto de entre los muertos para atormentarle...… (meer)

This year I promised myself a read through of the entire Pushkin Vertigo series, starting out with SHE WHO WAS NO MORE by Pierre Boileau and Pierre Ayraud (aka Thomas Narcejac), originally published in 1952. Collaborating as they did on mainly police stories I found the idea that Boilea was responsible for the plot and Narcejac the atmosphere and characters particularly intriguing. Both of which aspects really delivered in this novel - the story of an unfaithful husband, his ambitious doctor lover Lucienne, and his passive, stay at home wife Mireille. Lucience and Fernard Ravinel conspire to, and ultimately drown Mireille in the bath, transporting her body a long distance back to the Ravinel home by car to leave it to be discovered in a way that would indicate accidental death.

Only the body, carefully laid out by Ravinel, disappears before any such discovery can be made, and sightings of his dead wife (his lover is a doctor after all - surely she can recognise death when she sees it) start to reveal themselves, leaving Ravinel unraveling - his plot and his sanity.

Atmospheric, restrained and deeply dark noir, SHE WHO WAS NO MORE was utterly compelling reading. Carefully plotted there's little that can be said about that aspect without giving away a lot (and to be honest, astute readers may pick up on a series of clues along the way), but more's to the point with this book, it's the unraveling of Ravinel that's the most fascinating aspect. That and the wonderful combination of dark, rundown, almost seedy locations, the contrasts between foggy landscapes and thinking, and the almost visual aspects of the characterisations. You can clearly see expressions, thoughts and confusion on faces. You can feel the rooms they move through, the places they are in, the air that they are breathing. It's utterly mesmerising and you can see why there are multiple movies made of this story, and why the earlier of those (The Devils) is said to have inspired Psycho.

Another one of those reading quests that I wish I could devote more time to - the second book on my pile from the same series is I WAS JACK MORTIMER by Alexander Lernet-Holenia. It's only going to need to be half as good to make me very pleased with this decision and desperate to find the time to read more from their fabulous set of books.

https://www.austcrimefiction.org/review/she-who-was-no-more-pierre-boileau-and-t...… (meer)