The Book Depository Peril at End House by Agatha Christie
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Description: Peril at End House : Paperback : Harper Collins Publishers : 9780008129521 : : 06 Jul 2016 : Agatha Christie's ingenious murder mystery, reissued with a striking new cover designed to appeal to the latest generation of Agatha Christie fans and book lovers. The Book Depository Peril at End House by Agatha Christie - shop the best deal online on thebookbug.co.uk
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Author: J. G. Osborn
Rating: 5
Review: Following the well-documented struggles of writing her previous two novels, Peril At End House is a welcome return to form for the Queen of Crime. Poirot is once more assisted by his good friend Hastings who chronicles events and even Inspector Japp makes an appearance. While staying at a Cornish hotel, Poirot discovers a bullet hole in local resident Nick Buckley’s sun hat. After talking to her and learning this is just part of a recent run of bad luck, he feels his age as he tries to convince the young bon viveur that it’s actually something more sinister. But Miss Buckley is poor and has no enemies, so who would want her dead and what’s their motive? Poirot can’t find the answers as he frantically tries to protect her and more attempts are made on her life. Tragedy strikes before the case is solved but there’s an ingenious twist and once more Christie has everybody fooled. Only this time, not just the reader!
Author: Woolco
Rating: 3
Review: Not having read an Agatha Christie for 25 years plus, I must confess to having little to compare it against. There are, of course, the sumptuous ITV 'Poirot' productions starring David Suchet though. And I remembered this one quite well. (Perhaps a disadvantage when one can predict the twist and turn of events in a whodunnit.) The ITV Poirot version was far superior to the book, in my opinion. The novel is so heavily driven by dialogue, usually between Hastings and Poirot, and often with a suspect, then another suspect, and yet another, that there is no room left for description, no room for characterisation. The TV series had no option but to paint the period detail, to flesh out the characters - and so much can be said in pictures. Here, in the novel, there is minimal commitment to these staple requirements. In fact, as the plot progresses, it seems to accelerate. The turn of events and the final denouement a breathless race to the finishing line with stark new facts and a curiously deranged suspect lumbering incongruously onto the home straight in the dying moments. A diverting read and cleverly orchestrated, no doubt about that, yet it felt, at times, rather more like the workings out of a mathematical problem than a dramatic murder mystery novel.
