By Georges Simenon
Nineteen-year-old Frank Friedmaier lives in a rustic below profession. most folk fight to get through; Frank takes it effortless in his mother's whorehouse, which caters to contributors of the occupying forces. yet Frank is stressed. he's a pimp, a thug, a petty thief, and, as Dirty Snow opens, he has simply killed his first guy. via the unrelenting darkness and chilly of an never-ending iciness, Frank will pursue abjection until eventually ultimately there's nowhere to go.
Hans Koning has defined Dirty Snow as "one of the only a few novels to return out of German-occupied France that will get it precisely right." In a research of the felony brain that's such as Jim Thompson's The Killer within Me, Simenon maps a no man's land of the spirit during which human nature is pushed to destruction—and redemption, maybe, as well—by forces past its control.