Nothing much is going on with my life lately. I’ve officially been a bummer since mid-October and my appointment for a new job isn’t happening until January next year, so what I’m basically doing everyday is wake up at lunch time, eat, sit in front of the computer until dinner, eat again and then sleep. I barely devote my time to reading lately, and it took me a week to finish Lord Edgware Dies when I was supposed to be engrossed with it because it is written by The Queen of Crime!
Agatha Christie is beyond criticism. She never failed to amaze me with her ability to create perfect logic to the crime or mystery in every novel she has written. No one can ever guess what has really happened until Hercule Poirot, detective extraordinaire, tells the story at the last couple of chapters. Readers can have their own suspect, and one could be right about the WHO sometimes, but never can anyone guess the WHY or the HOW in the execution of a certain crime. Agatha Christie is a genius.
Lord Edgware Dies, also published as Thirteen at Dinner, is the 9th book in the Hercule Poirot series. Each book in the series is standalone, though, so it is okay to not read them in order.
In Lord Edgware Dies, Hercule Poirot investigates Jane Wilkinson, a famous actress, who wishes her eccentric husband was dead, even if she has to kill him herself. The husband ends up being murdered, and Jane is placed as a suspect because of what she told the detective earlier and she appears to have the motive, except she has a flawless excuse – that she was at a party when the murder happened and several people were dining with her.
Hercule Poirot’s strategy doesn’t change: relying on his “little grey cells” as he calls it. He’s always cool, taking pride of the exquisiteness of his mustache. He solves the crime by talking to people, swiftly sometimes. He still annoys Captain Hastings, his assistant, when he conceals information to himself but despite that, Hastings knows that Poirot is going to get it right in the end.
It is so perfect how the events in the story fit. The character to which one would think is just an accessory turns out to be the most valuable. All the characters played an important role to solving the mystery – some at least triggered the detective’s theories. To say that the plot is well-written is an understatement. It is brilliant in every sense of the word, next to The Murder on the Orient Express and Ten Little Indians.
I am definitely looking forward to reading more of Agatha Christie’s mysteries in the future.