Yes I know, I’ve been reading a lot of Agatha Christie lately. I know there are millions of books out there that are probably a lot more interesting then detective books, but at the moment I like to immerse myself in the life and adventures of Hercule Poirot.
Captain Hastings is the heart and Hercule Poirot is the brain. I do like Hercule Poirot and his methods, but it’s not the same thing if there isn’t a Captain Hastings there along side him. There aren’t anymore teasing from Hercule Poirot addressed to the very romantic Captain Hastings.
Its like a very important part of the novel is missing. And Agatha Christie could introduce many interesting/sweet characters but it will still not be the same without Captain Hastings.
Moving along, Death in the Clouds is a very interesting novel.
It’s interesting not only because of the strange death that happens in an airplane while everyone is pretty much alert (except Hercule Poirot who has stomach problems from the altitude) but interesting from many other points. As many people that actually read my blog may know (are there such people out there?) I love learning about the past and how people lived. Books are in general a good way to find out about the living conditions of old times. And Agatha Christie is one of my favorite authors from that point of view because she isn’t one to leave out details.
This is the same reason why I also love the TV series “Agatha Christie’s Hercule Poirot”.
The story begins with a woman being murdered in a passenger aircraft over the English Channel. None of the other passengers (including Hercule Poirot) in the cabin witnesses the murder. In fact they swear no one came near the victim. Aha! The good old impossible crime!
The plot is excellent; the characters are satisfactory; and Miss Christie’s humor is delightful. This is a “fair play” mystery — all the clues are presented to the reader, and Poirot’s hints are right on the mark. Nevertheless, very few readers will spot the murdered before the final explanation.
And this short resume of the book is pretty much on the spot. The clues are presented, everything seems to point in one direction and then everything stops with the murderer being someone who is supposed to be completely innocent. And yet that person is proven to be the most horrible of them all.
I am starting to think that Agatha Christie likes dramatic endings. This is the third novel that ends with Poirot explaining all his methods and ideas at a dinner party with all the suspects around him, and of course Chief Inspector Japp.
It’s not a bad ending, but one could just go to the last chapters and find out the entire plot in just a few minutes. It’s not actually nice, but at least her books make your brain ponder “Who did it?“.