The Mysterious Affair at Styles

paperback, 100 pages

Publié 12 février 2018 par CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform.

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978-1-9853-1460-3
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Set in the summer of 1917 in an Essex country estate, the story follows the war-wounded Captain Arthur Hastings to the Styles St. Mary manor of his friend John Cavendish. The Cavendish household is wrought with tension due to the marriage of John's widowed old aunt Emily, she of a sizeable fortune, to a suspicious younger man, Alfred Inglethorp, twenty years her junior. Emily's two stepsons, John and Lawrence Cavendish, as well as John's wife Mary and several other people, also live at Styles. Late one night, the residents of Styles wake to find Emily Inglethorp dying. When Emily's sudden heart attack is found to be attributable to strychnine, Hastings, who had runs into his old friend, the Belgian Hercule Poirot, he recruits him to aid in the local investigation. With impeccable timing, Hercule Poirot, the insightful retired detective, makes his dramatic entrance to solve a most baffling case.

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Goofy little Belgian man solves mystery, POV character is just smart enough to constantly look like an idiot. It's a classic for a reason. It's an engaging mystery where I was always second-guessing my assumptions, and Poirot is actually such a fun character, shedding light and befuddling everyone in equal parts. Just a great read altogether.

a publié une critique de The Mysterious Affair at Styles par Agatha Christie

Nice to meet you, Mr Poirot.

This was my first Agatha Christie ever, and the only comparison I have to make is to the Sherlock Holmes stories. I enjoyed it. I think I was getting used to Doyle's writing by the end of the Holmes stories, because I could pick up on a lot of the clues by then, but with this I didn't clue on to much at all. I wonder if that will change as I read more of Christie's work? What I will say, though, is that Hastings is a bit whiny and petulant compared to Watson...