And Then There Were None is sooo good.
Agatha Christie is someone I’ve always been interested in (I read a biographical graphic novel of her life last year which was just sublime) – but somehow have managed to avoid reading almost anything by. I have a very vague recollection of perhaps having read Roger Ackroyd many and more moons ago, but I genuinely think that might be it. Of course I’ve watched Marple and Poirot, thoroughly enjoyed The Mousetrap and even watched the recent BBC adaptation of this very book (although somehow still came away without remembering whodunnit!) I suppose her mass popularity has always left me a little wary, wondering in an entirely snobbish way if her writing can really be all that good.
Well, I’m happy to report that I absolutely loved And Then There Were None. It doesn’t hurt one iota that it came beautifully narrated by Dan Stevens (whose narration of Boy by Roald Dahl left me swooning over his “voice like caramel hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows.”) It’s also a very short read at just six hours long, which meant I tore through it within a day.
To begin with, I was worried that the large cast of characters would be hard to distinguish, but once the first few deaths had thinned the field it was no problem keeping track. I thought the whole thing was so tightly plotted and intricately detailed that it really was an absolute joy to listen to. The ending came as a complete surprise to me (although in retrospect makes absolute sense). It ticked all my boxes as a crime fiction fan, and I’m happy to concede that Christie may well and truly be the Queen of Crime.
[Read from 22-23 March 2017]