Friday, December 29

27. Cards on the Table (1936)

First, I wish I knew how to play bridge.

I thought about saying that I'd like to learn, but I'm not sure I want to for any other reason than to re-read this book with more understanding.

That said, while I didn't have the insight of Poirot by studying the bridge scores, neither did Battle, so I can't say I'm too terribly off.

So many things I loved about this book.

1)  Ariadne Oliver:

"Mrs. Ariadne Oliver was extremely well known as one of the foremost writers of detective and other sensational stories.  She wrote chatty, if not particularly grammatical, articles on 'The Tendency of the Criminal,' (sic) Famous Crimes Passionnels,' 'Murder for Love v. Murder for Gain.' She was also a hotheaded feminist and when any murder of importance was occupying space in the press there was sure to be an interview with Mrs. Oliver, and it was mentioned that Mrs. Oliver had said, 'Now if a woman were the head of Scotland Yard!'  She was an earnest believer in woman's intuition.

I love this character.  I've read of her before, but since reading in order, I believe she's only been mentioned so far in Parker Pyne Investigates.  She is over the top and the descriptions of her sure make me chuckle, especially as she believed wholeheartedly a woman should be in charge of the investigations:

"'... there are lots of crimes you people at Scotland Yard never find out. Now if you had a woman there - '
   'As a matter of fact we have - '
   'Yes, those dreadful policewomen in funny hats who bother people in parks!  I mean a woman at the head of things.  Women know about crime.'"

and

"'If I were you, Superintendent Battle, I should arrest him at once.'
   'I daresay we would if there was a woman at the head of Scotland Yard,' said Superintendent Battle, a momentary twinkle showing in his unemotional eyes, 'But you see, mere men being in charge, we've got to be careful. We've got to get there slowly.'"

2) Nods to Doyle, such as this comment by Poirot, which may also reveal a little authorial confession:

"It reminds you of Sherlock Holmes, does it not? The curious incident of the dog in the night. The dog did not howl in the night.  That is the curious thing!  Ah, well, I am not above stealing the tricks of others."

3) Potentially more authorial confession, on the labors of a writer's life as described by Mrs. Oliver:

"'It doesn't happen exactly like that,' said Mrs. Oliver.  'One actually has to think, you know. And thinking is always a bore. And you have to plan things. And then one gets stuck every now and then and you feel you'll never get out of the mess - but you do!  Writing's not particularly enjoyable. It's hard work like everything else.'
   'It doesn't seem like work,' said Rhoda.
   'Not to you, said Mrs. Oliver, because you don't have to do it! It feels very like work to me. Some days I can only keep going by repeating over and over to myself the amount of money I might get for my next serial rights. That spurs you on, you know. So does your bankbook when you see how much overdrawn you are.'"

4) This reference to Murder on the Orient Express (MotOE spoiler):

"'What is it?' cried Rhoda.
He lowered his voice. "A knife, mademoiselle, with which twelve people once stabbed a man. It was given me as a souvenir by the Compagnie International des Wagons Lits.'"

5) Yet another twisty (tortuous, the word in this book is), surprise ending.

6) The fact that I paid $1.50 for this (maybe $0.75 if it were on sale) at a thrift store when the cover price was only 50 cents.

Oh, dear Agatha, thank you again for the fun.  You never disappoint.

With great admiration,
b.

Sunday, December 17

26. Murder in Mesopotamia (1936)

Dear Agatha,

I really enjoyed the narrator of this novel, Nurse Amy Leatheran.  I loved her honesty and willingness to retell the story as she remembered it.  Sometimes her honesty made me smile, like her attitude toward the archeological dig:

But would you believe it, there was nothing to see but mud!  Dirty mud walls about two feet high - and that's all there was to it.  Mr. Carey took me here and there telling me things - how this was the great court... and all I thought was, "But how does he know?" though, of course, I was too polite to say so.  I can tell you it was a disappointment!  The whole excavation looked like nothing but mud to me ... my aunt's house in Cricklwood would have made a much more imposing ruin!

I appreciated her perspective, too, because at first I was feeling a little intimidated at not having a knowledge of much ancient history nor a particular interest in finding out about what the dig would turn up.  Though the activity was important to the story, the story did not depend on the archeological theme.

Did that make sense?  I'm a bit tired and befuddled.

In all, though, I did enjoy Nurse's point-of-view over the typical Hastings'.  

Yet again, the murderer surprised me, and as always, I enjoyed the read.  

:)  Always with pleasure,
b.

Friday, December 8

25. The ABC Murders (1936)

{also published as The Alphabet Murders}

< contains spoilers >

Well, you did it again...

I thought, as I read this, that you had diverted from your typical patterns in two ways:  you were writing about a serial killer (indeed I thought this was worthy of Criminal Minds!), and you had his point of view from the beginning of the novel.

Well I guess this still qualifies as a serial killer, although three of the four murders were only done to draw attention away from the one the killer really wanted to do.  Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, maybe it's a little like Three Act Tragedy...

But the killer... dang it, you did it again.  Got me.

Surprise, surprise.

Last weekend Robert and I got to go see Chicago at the Buell Theater in Denver - definitely one of my favorite musicals.  Poor Alexander Bonaparte Cust - how he reminded me of Amos in Chicago!

Early in the book, this amused me - Japp's comment about Poirot:

"Mixed up in all the celebrated case of the day.  Train mysteries, air mysteries, high society deaths..."  

Sure sounds like a nod to the previous few novels.  And, is this a foretaste of what is to come in, I believe, Curtain?

"Shouldn't wonder if you ended detecting your own death!"

Only 50 or so more books until I find out.

Always with admiration,
Beth