One would expect the “style” of one with such a small vocabulary to be cropped, macho, terse, like Hemingway’s. But it isn’t.
Or one would expect the “style” of such a prolific writer to be, if not facile, then airy, vapid, explosive, like Joyce’s. That would have been how he did it. But the energy with Simenon is all in the other direction.
His novels are like planets forming in fast motion.