As much as I enjoy reading Agatha Christie, I’ve had the unfortunate luck of seeing through a number of her solutions. I’m going to guess that I have about a 50% success rate, which is nothing to brag about since when I reach the end of a mystery novel I really want to feel thoroughly fooled – or as Scott K Ratner more eloquently puts it, I want to experience “sudden retrospective illumination”. I’m happy to report that Towards Zero did indeed give me that sudden retrospective illumination, although honestly Christie’s books are fun enough reads that I enjoy them either way.
I’ve had Towards Zero on my radar as one of the better Christies – perhaps as a result of some helpful comments on my past reviews – although honestly I could be mixing it up with another title. I’ve had a dreadful 1972 Pocket Books edition on my shelf for years (honestly, who knew that the cover quality of Pocket Books dropped so severely; see pic further below), and when I stumbled upon an inexpensive 1963 edition with a proper cover, I had to snatch it up. And of course, I couldn’t leave a cover that nice unread for long.
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There’s something about reading a seasonal mystery during the actual season, and I do such a poor job of this. Every winter I find myself binging on a wide spread of stories (due to extra spare time), but rarely an actual winter mystery. And then, inevitably come some time around April, I find myself hitting a snowbound story and wondering why I didn’t read it back when my house was surrounded by two feet of white. And so this year, I decided that I’ll actually pack my winter with winter-appropriate reads… although I’ll tell you now that I’m probably going to fail at that resolution. It’s just that I have all of these other recent acquisitions that I’m dying to get to, and I don’t know that I’ll make time for Mystery in White, Portrait of a Murderer, or Envious Casca… this year. And inevitably, come the spring, I’ll find myself regretting…
It’s been half a year since I read a Christie, and she just seemed like the natural fit for my mission for a solid holiday read. The problem though is that A Holiday for Murder (more famously published as Hercule Poirot’s Christmas and Murder for Christmas) has zero feeling of the holidays. Other than the premise of the characters gathering together for the holidays (and the question of whether to feed the servants beef instead of chicken), there’s really nothing wintery about the story, much less Christmasy. It might as well have taken place in July.
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I’ve been in desperate need of a British mystery. There’s just something about a Golden Age story set in England that checks all of the boxes. Yeah, you can have an exceptional mystery set elsewhere, but it’s that combination of British setting and the accompanying mid-century mannerisms that take me to a certain place. I realize that this view may not resonate with my friends on the other side of the pond, but there’s something that a British mystery stirs in me that will never be captured by their American brethren, whether set on the streets of NYC, or in the bucolic hills of New England.
I’ve been reading some solid stories lately, but with all being set in the US, I’ve hungered for a British read. I even have this whole stack of “I need to read this next!!!” books, that for some reason are all bound to The States. I really want to read them, but first…
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Tell me that this isn’t the best book cover that you’ve ever seen. Seriously. Ok, so my 1955 Dell edition is a bit worse for wear, but with that exceptional William Rose illustration, I don’t mind. The style, the color palette, the perfectly captured expression, even that subtle shift of the title type – I struggle to think of a cover that I like better. Mmm… maybe Black Wings Has My Angel by Elliot Chaze, but I don’t have $200 to shell out on a book simply for the art work.
This is the type of cover that you want blown up and framed on your wall. No, tattooed on your arm! Err… that might get a bit awkward and regrettable – walking around with a picture of a woman getting strangled on your arm. Err… well, enough about that topic…
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I had a distinct impression going in that Evil Under the Sun is widely regarded as one of Agatha Christie’s better books. Upon finishing it, I have to question whether that is in fact true or whether I’ve just gotten mixed up with all of the reviews that I’ve read. That’s not to say it’s in any way bad, it just lacks elements that typically suck me into a Christie novel.
We find Hercule Poirot vacationing on Smuggler’s Island, just off the Devon coast. Among a small group of other occupants is Arlena Marshall, an enchanting siren who draws the attention of the men and the scorn of their wives. It’s hardly surprising when Arlena winds up dead – strangled on the beach of a secluded cove.
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As my next step for reading Agatha Christie’s first decade in order, I decided to scoop up Poirot Investigates – a collection of her short stories first published in The Sketch magazine. I could have gone straight on to her next novel, The Man in the Brown Suit (1924), but it seemed worthwhile to understand what Christie was putting out in the year leading up to it. The stories of Poirot Investigates were released between March and October of 1923, unless you factor in the three stories included in the US edition, in which case they stretch on an additional month to November. In that way, this overlaps nicely with my recent reading of The Murder on the Links (1923).
Poirot Investigates doesn’t include all of the short stories that Christie published in The Sketch throughout 1923. For that, you’d need to factor in Poirot’s Early Cases, which wasn’t released until 1974 (although the stories had already been released in various other collections – The Regatta Mystery, Three Blind Mice, The Under Dog, and Double Sin). Nor are the stories in order of release; rather, they’re somewhat randomly scattered. Continue reading “Poirot Investigates – Agatha Christie (1924)”
Is it just me, or is this one of Agatha Christie’s best books? Crooked House? Enjoyed it. Death on the Nile? Loved every minute. After the Funeral? Yeah, didn’t see that coming. And yet, when it comes down to pure country house jamboree, Murder on the Links throws it down.
I’m not expecting anyone to agree, mind you. But still, when I search through all of the lists of top Christie that I’ve seen, I’m kind of stunned that Murder on the Links isn’t even making a showing. Really. When I think back through all of the Christies that I’ve read (which admittedly isn’t that many), it seems as good as any.
No, it doesn’t have that masterpiece of an ending that you get from Murder in Retrospect. No, it doesn’t have the hook of say, Death Comes as the End or Cards on the Table. No, it doesn’t have the memorable twist of… well, I suppose I could list ten titles that you all know and love.
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A gathering of socialites at the seaside Crow’s Nest ends in tragedy when the local reverend grasps at his throat and drops to the floor dead. Poison? Unlikely, since all of the guests were served drinks at random from the same platter. A few months later though the circumstances repeat themselves at a party with many of the same guests in attendance. Is there a hidden killer lurking amongst them?
For me, Murder in Three Acts is a story of two halves. The set up is just gorgeous and I found myself chugging down the pages. There’s an odd bit of romance between an older man and a much younger woman that somehow managed to tug a bit at the heartstrings (creepy as it may seem to the modern reader). Plus there’s that delicious set up. Two very similar crimes that simply can’t be explained. Are they even related at all?
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Six months after I started my quest to read Christie’s first decade in order of release, I’m finally on to the second book. I know, I know, hold your applause, it’s quite an accomplishment. I actually had quite a bit of enthusiasm coming out of The Mysterious Affair at Styles and then I somehow squandered it with other reading. Heading back in, it struck me that there are two paths I could take – proceed in complete chronological order, or take a Hercule Poirot focused route, moving on to The Murder on the Links. I elected to go full chronological, as understanding the breadth of Christie’s early work might allow me to better appreciate how each book fell into place.
As a recap, my initial motive for reading Christie’s early works in order was based on an assumption that they weren’t going to be that good. Time and again, I’ve seen comments suggesting that aside from The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, the first decade is mostly forgettable mysteries, or even worse, thrillers involving villainous syndicates. My thought was that I might as well take the decade in order as it could lend some added appreciation to the books, rather than hen pecking them at random along with the rest of Christie’s catalog.
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“Come away, come away, death, and in sad cypress let me be laid”
Although I’ve recently started an effort to read Agatha Christie in order, I’ve always intended to cheat on my diet. It isn’t so much that I’m determined on reading Christie completely sequentially, but rather that I’m curious to read the first decade of her work in that way. My reasoning is her first ten or so books don’t quite enjoy the same reputation as her 1930s-40s period (with the obvious exception of The Murder of Roger Ackroyd), and so if I’m going to tackle them, it might as well be with the added appreciation of where the author was in her career.
Sad Cypress has been a title that I’ve been eying for a while, and so it seemed like a good candidate as a diversion from my chronological affair. I was lucky to track down a Dell map back edition for about a dollar a few months ago, and as you can appreciate, it’s pure torture to leave a map back sitting on the To Be Read pile. It’s worth noting that there is actually another Dell edition with a very different cover and a different map on the back. I would have preferred that other edition because I love the cover, but hey, you can’t argue with a one dollar map back!
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