Saturday, December 31, 2011

Book 47: Thirteen at Dinner by Agatha Christie

I love Agatha Christie novels; they are short, fun, and good distractions.  So in an effort to finish Cannonball Read, I picked up a few of her mysteries to move me further along. 

This novel really begins when the actress Jane Wilkinson asks Hercule Poirot into her suite for a favor.  She has been separated from her husband, Lord Edgeware, for a while but he won’t agree to a divorce no matter what she does, so she asks Poirot to intervene on her behalf.  Poirot is charmed by the young lady and agrees to help her, only to find upon meeting with Edgeware that he will not cause any more trouble for her in this matter.  Imagine everyone’s surprise then when Lord Edgeware is murdered the next day and Jane is accused of the crime, even though she has a solid alibi.  Poirot is called on as usual to assist the police, where he will have to deal with their incompetence and a variety of untrustworthy actors.

There really isn’t much to say about this book, I was already familiar with the story so the identity of the murderer came as no surprise.  I do enjoy Poirot, his fussiness is amusing and he focuses on psychology instead of physical evidence.  I just wish he didn’t surround himself with that idiot Hastings.  I suppose that Captain Hastings is meant to be Poirot’s Watson, but Watson was smart, whereas Hastings has only enough brains to understand how to breathe.  

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