258 pages
English language
Published Oct. 29, 2013 by Harper.
CRIME & MYSTERY. With impeccable timing Hercule Poirot, the renowned Belgian detective, makes his dramatic entrance on to the English crime stage. Recently, there had been some strange goings on at Styles St Mary. Evelyn, constant companion to old Mrs Inglethorp, had stormed out of the house muttering something about 'a lot of sharks'. And with her, something indefinable had gone from the atmosphere. Her presence had spelt security; now the air seemed rife with suspicion and impending evil. A shattered coffee cup, a splash of candle grease, a bed of begonias. all Poirot required to display his now legendary powers of detection.
Goofy little Belgian man solves mystery, POV character is just smart enough to constantly look like an idiot. It's a classic for a reason. It's an engaging mystery where I was always second-guessing my assumptions, and Poirot is actually such a fun character, shedding light and befuddling everyone in equal parts. Just a great read altogether.
This was my first Agatha Christie ever, and the only comparison I have to make is to the Sherlock Holmes stories. I enjoyed it. I think I was getting used to Doyle's writing by the end of the Holmes stories, because I could pick up on a lot of the clues by then, but with this I didn't clue on to much at all. I wonder if that will change as I read more of Christie's work? What I will say, though, is that Hastings is a bit whiny and petulant compared to Watson...
Enjoyable and I didn’t fully pick up on all the clues or guess the identity of the culprit (unlike The Mousetrap). The general story of the book has aged well, but some of the dialogue has not - characters make casual racist, sexist and antisemitic remarks, which I don’t think would be the case if this book was written today.
But like a really good 3 stars.
It's almost hard to credit this as the beginning of what, to me, was a very enjoyable television series. David Suchet playing Poirot onscreen was a staple of my childhood, the series is, after all, almost as old as I am. Last year's Curtain, broadcast on a Wednesday last November, brought back many memories of sitting down with my grandfather to watch a performance.
Early Poirot is seemingly more clue-based, more your typical detective than his future depictions seem to indicate. Latterly he seemed very much to look for reasons, whereas for the majority of the novel he's seeking clues. I did enjoy poor old Hastings bewilderment throughout, and will I am sure read the rest of these over the years.
It's almost hard to credit this as the beginning of what, to me, was a very enjoyable television series. David Suchet playing Poirot onscreen was a staple of my childhood, the series is, after all, almost as old as I am. Last year's Curtain, broadcast on a Wednesday last November, brought back many memories of sitting down with my grandfather to watch a performance.
Early Poirot is seemingly more clue-based, more your typical detective than his future depictions seem to indicate. Latterly he seemed very much to look for reasons, whereas for the majority of the novel he's seeking clues. I did enjoy poor old Hastings bewilderment throughout, and will I am sure read the rest of these over the years.
