And then there were none by agatha christie
“Styles” was Christie’s first published book in 1920 and she upped her game quite a bit after nearly 30 books in almost two decades. I had read “The Mysterious Affair at Styles” a while back and was not as impressed. The twists and turns back-track on each other quite cleverly until you think you need a scorecard to keep up with who is dead, let alone who could have committed the murders. They all have diverse opinions on what’s happening and who is causing it, which helps the reader figure out the culprit not one bit. The cast of disparate individuals have but one thing in common: murder. Tensely suspenseful and well-plotted, “And Then There Were None” gives the reader a real brain-teaser. But how could someone be hiding in the house on a bare rock?Īgatha Christie reportedly said this was the most difficult of her books to write and it’s easy to see why. The guests realize there is a killer amongst them.
They soon perceive that none of them know the person who issued the invites, but this person accuses every one of them of murder most foul.Īre they accidents? Are they suicides? As each person dies, one of the little Indian figurines disappears. When they arrive at the modern-looking house on the island and find their assigned rooms, they discover hanging in each bedroom an old nursery rhyme called “Ten Little Indians” and that there are ten china Indian figurines on the dining room table. There are the butler and his wife, a general, a teacher, a doctor, a rich young man, a spinster, a soldier, a judge, and a former police inspector.
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The reasons they are invited vary: some are offered employment or professional consultation, others a chance for holiday, others a reunion with old friends, and some a bit of cloak-and-dagger skullduggery.Īltogether, they make a strange assemblage with their different backgrounds and personalities. Ten people receive invitations to a remote getaway called Indian Island.
Is there such a thing as the perfect murder? How about 10 of them? You’ll think so after reading “And Then There Were None” (1939) by Agatha Christie.