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3.82 AVERAGE
Ahora, en la continuación de "Los sietes pecados capitales" toca el turno de Maldad bajo el sol y diré de entrada que me ha sorprendido muchísimo.
Tercer pecado capital: Lujuria
En esta historia tenemos como escenario el hotel Jolly Roger, un lugar de lo más tranquilo y acogedor ubicado en una isla. En ella, se presentarán un número de personajes a pasar un tiempo de descanso, entre ellos Arlena Stuart, junto a su esposo e hijastra. Una mañana, Arlena aparece asesinada a orillas de la playa, y el detective Hércules Poirot, que también se encontraba en el hotel, decide ponerse a investigar el caso.
He leído hasta el momento cinco libros de Ágatha Christie, y si bien tres de ellos me habían ya gustado bastante, este caso es un poco diferente. Mi explicación a esto es que cuando leí El asesinato de Roger Ackroyd y Asesinato en el Orient Express yo iba predispuesto a encontrarme con novelas grandes, muy buenas en el género. Básicamente encontré lo que buscaba.
En el caso de Maldad bajo el sol entré a ella creyendo que sería una obra menor de la autora, o que quizá al no ser tan popular como otras de sus novelas no debería esperar demasiado. Lo que sucedió fue que me llevé una gran sorpresa y superó por mucho las expectativas que le tenía.
La historia no difiere mucho de la estructura que presenta la autora en otras de sus obras: primero introduce a los personajes, los conocemos poco, en seguida el crimen y después los vamos conociendo un poco más, hasta que nos sentimos atrapados en un cúmulo de sospechosos, donde las verdades y las mentiras afloran por todas partes.
Lo que me sucedió a mí, fue que básicamente me formulé tres posibles caminos para la resolución del caso, esta vez pensaba que iba a lograrlo, que no podía fallar, y de pronto llego al final y casi me caigo de la silla al descubrir lo que había sucedido realmente. No solo no lo logré, sino que fue como ir hacia el norte en los tres destinos que llevaba cuando la respuesta estaba hacia el sur. Poirot es un genio y Christie es ya mi autora favorita de la novela policiaca.
En palabras de Poirot: "... es difícil saber qué piezas forman parte de la alfombrilla y cuáles de la cola del gato.”
Tercer pecado capital: Lujuria
En esta historia tenemos como escenario el hotel Jolly Roger, un lugar de lo más tranquilo y acogedor ubicado en una isla. En ella, se presentarán un número de personajes a pasar un tiempo de descanso, entre ellos Arlena Stuart, junto a su esposo e hijastra. Una mañana, Arlena aparece asesinada a orillas de la playa, y el detective Hércules Poirot, que también se encontraba en el hotel, decide ponerse a investigar el caso.
He leído hasta el momento cinco libros de Ágatha Christie, y si bien tres de ellos me habían ya gustado bastante, este caso es un poco diferente. Mi explicación a esto es que cuando leí El asesinato de Roger Ackroyd y Asesinato en el Orient Express yo iba predispuesto a encontrarme con novelas grandes, muy buenas en el género. Básicamente encontré lo que buscaba.
En el caso de Maldad bajo el sol entré a ella creyendo que sería una obra menor de la autora, o que quizá al no ser tan popular como otras de sus novelas no debería esperar demasiado. Lo que sucedió fue que me llevé una gran sorpresa y superó por mucho las expectativas que le tenía.
La historia no difiere mucho de la estructura que presenta la autora en otras de sus obras: primero introduce a los personajes, los conocemos poco, en seguida el crimen y después los vamos conociendo un poco más, hasta que nos sentimos atrapados en un cúmulo de sospechosos, donde las verdades y las mentiras afloran por todas partes.
Lo que me sucedió a mí, fue que básicamente me formulé tres posibles caminos para la resolución del caso, esta vez pensaba que iba a lograrlo, que no podía fallar, y de pronto llego al final y casi me caigo de la silla al descubrir lo que había sucedido realmente. No solo no lo logré, sino que fue como ir hacia el norte en los tres destinos que llevaba cuando la respuesta estaba hacia el sur. Poirot es un genio y Christie es ya mi autora favorita de la novela policiaca.
En palabras de Poirot: "... es difícil saber qué piezas forman parte de la alfombrilla y cuáles de la cola del gato.”
mysterious
tense
fast-paced
Hercule Poirot is taking a holiday at the Jolly Roger Hotel, an exclusive resort on the Devon coast. And, despite his emphasis to his fellow residents that he is definitely not on a case, he finds that murder has decided to holiday on the coast as well.
Arlena Marshall, a beautiful former actress, is seen by the other guests as a femme fatale. Her long-suffering husband, Captain Marshall, must stand by as men fall over themselves to get close to her. Her latest conquest is Patrick Redfern, a handsome young man with a rather mousy little wife. Poirot observes that Redfern is really quite in love with his wife and that may be so, but the young man seemingly can't resist the siren's call.
One morning, Arlena asks Poirot to help her launch her little boat--insisting that she wants to be alone for once and that he should tell no one where she's gone. It's obvious to the detective that she has an assignation, but when Redfern appears on the beach and looks about helplessly it would seem that the beautiful Arlena is meeting someone besides the ardent young man. Redfern later goes out rowing with Emily Brewster, a rather athletic young woman who always goes rowing in the mornings, and he just "happens" to row in the direction Arlena had taken. They spot her sunbathing with a large green hat over her face and Redfern insists on going onto the beach and surprising the sunbather. But it's he who gets the surprise...a rather nasty one. He shouts to Emily that Arlena is dead, strangled. He volunteers to stay with the body and sends Emily for help.
Soon Poirot is setting aside his holiday in order to help the local police get to the bottom of the case. Naturally, the local inspector is looking at the most likely suspect--the betrayed husband. But the husband seems to have a perfectly good alibi. There are others who may have wanted Arlena out of the way--from her stepdaughter, Linda Marshall, to Rosamund Darnley, an old friend of Captain Marshall's who perhaps would like to be more than friends. There's also the Reverend Lane who is a bit of a fanatic and may have been pushed over the edge by what he calls a scarlet woman. When a cache of drugs is found in a little cave at the beach where Arlena was murdered, it begins to look like she may have run afoul of drug smugglers. But Poirot is focused on the most likely suspect--a suspect even more likely than the betrayed husband. He'll have to figure out what a thrown bottle, a mid-day bath, some candles and green bits of cardboard, a wristwatch, and an older murder case have to do with Arlena's death before he will be ready to present his case to Inspector Colgate and the Chief Constable, Colonel Weston.
Another great mystery from Dame Agatha. I enjoy the way it seems everyone has an alibi and Poirot manages to figure out how someone who "couldn't possibly have done it" did. It had been so long since I actually read this (junior high school, I believe). I've watched the filmed versions several times since then and it was interesting to see what had been changed for the two films--with Peter Ustinov as Poirot in 1982 and David Suchet in 2001. Ustinov's version is a bit more camp while Suchet's is a bit darker and changes Marshall's daughter into a son (for some unknown reason), but each follows the plot very closely.
First posted on my blog My Reader's Block. Please request permission before reposting portions of review. Thanks.
Arlena Marshall, a beautiful former actress, is seen by the other guests as a femme fatale. Her long-suffering husband, Captain Marshall, must stand by as men fall over themselves to get close to her. Her latest conquest is Patrick Redfern, a handsome young man with a rather mousy little wife. Poirot observes that Redfern is really quite in love with his wife and that may be so, but the young man seemingly can't resist the siren's call.
One morning, Arlena asks Poirot to help her launch her little boat--insisting that she wants to be alone for once and that he should tell no one where she's gone. It's obvious to the detective that she has an assignation, but when Redfern appears on the beach and looks about helplessly it would seem that the beautiful Arlena is meeting someone besides the ardent young man. Redfern later goes out rowing with Emily Brewster, a rather athletic young woman who always goes rowing in the mornings, and he just "happens" to row in the direction Arlena had taken. They spot her sunbathing with a large green hat over her face and Redfern insists on going onto the beach and surprising the sunbather. But it's he who gets the surprise...a rather nasty one. He shouts to Emily that Arlena is dead, strangled. He volunteers to stay with the body and sends Emily for help.
Soon Poirot is setting aside his holiday in order to help the local police get to the bottom of the case. Naturally, the local inspector is looking at the most likely suspect--the betrayed husband. But the husband seems to have a perfectly good alibi. There are others who may have wanted Arlena out of the way--from her stepdaughter, Linda Marshall, to Rosamund Darnley, an old friend of Captain Marshall's who perhaps would like to be more than friends. There's also the Reverend Lane who is a bit of a fanatic and may have been pushed over the edge by what he calls a scarlet woman. When a cache of drugs is found in a little cave at the beach where Arlena was murdered, it begins to look like she may have run afoul of drug smugglers. But Poirot is focused on the most likely suspect--a suspect even more likely than the betrayed husband. He'll have to figure out what a thrown bottle, a mid-day bath, some candles and green bits of cardboard, a wristwatch, and an older murder case have to do with Arlena's death before he will be ready to present his case to Inspector Colgate and the Chief Constable, Colonel Weston.
Another great mystery from Dame Agatha. I enjoy the way it seems everyone has an alibi and Poirot manages to figure out how someone who "couldn't possibly have done it" did. It had been so long since I actually read this (junior high school, I believe). I've watched the filmed versions several times since then and it was interesting to see what had been changed for the two films--with Peter Ustinov as Poirot in 1982 and David Suchet in 2001. Ustinov's version is a bit more camp while Suchet's is a bit darker and changes Marshall's daughter into a son (for some unknown reason), but each follows the plot very closely.
First posted on my blog My Reader's Block. Please request permission before reposting portions of review. Thanks.
I really loved that the action/crime was on an island, it reminded me of the vibe from "And now there were none".
Hercule Poirot was sneaky as always, smelling the lies and putting up with them, just for his usual glory speech
Hercule Poirot was sneaky as always, smelling the lies and putting up with them, just for his usual glory speech
mysterious
adventurous
mysterious
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Plot
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
adventurous
funny
informative
mysterious
reflective
tense
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Plot
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
adventurous
lighthearted
mysterious
tense
medium-paced
dark
mysterious
sad
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
adventurous
mysterious
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes