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verosnotebook 's review for:
Mrs. McGinty's Dead
by Agatha Christie
This was a fun read to start the year. Once more we are faced with a puzzling murder. Was the man arrested and charged the murderer, or was he framed? The latter of course, which brings our favourite mustachioed Belgian detective to the scene. As you expect, Agatha offers us plenty of red herrings...
However, the reason I enjoyed this novel was for the whole comic angle the author added. Our poor Poirot has to suffer by staying in accommodations that are less than suitable, with nothing that could be called food. How he suffers, to our delight :0) If this wasn’t enough, Ariadne makes an entrance with her apples of course, and views. Do I have to say that I love that character!? In this instance, Christie has a field day, using Ariadne as her spokesperson, voicing her feelings about being an author, about adaptations, and most telling, about her creation:
“How do I know why I ever thought of the revolting man? I must have been mad! Why a Finn when I know nothing about Finland? Why a vegetarian? Why all the idiotic mannerisms he’s got? These things just happen. You try something – and people seem to like it – and then you go on – and before you know where you are, you’ve got someone like that maddening Sven Hjerson.”
Priceless! :0)
P.S. I shall be reading Christie’s autobiography next month and look forward to finding more about her views on Poirot. Well... On everything, really :0)
However, the reason I enjoyed this novel was for the whole comic angle the author added. Our poor Poirot has to suffer by staying in accommodations that are less than suitable, with nothing that could be called food. How he suffers, to our delight :0) If this wasn’t enough, Ariadne makes an entrance with her apples of course, and views. Do I have to say that I love that character!? In this instance, Christie has a field day, using Ariadne as her spokesperson, voicing her feelings about being an author, about adaptations, and most telling, about her creation:
“How do I know why I ever thought of the revolting man? I must have been mad! Why a Finn when I know nothing about Finland? Why a vegetarian? Why all the idiotic mannerisms he’s got? These things just happen. You try something – and people seem to like it – and then you go on – and before you know where you are, you’ve got someone like that maddening Sven Hjerson.”
Priceless! :0)
P.S. I shall be reading Christie’s autobiography next month and look forward to finding more about her views on Poirot. Well... On everything, really :0)