July was another three book month, and all three were relatively short Agatha Christie books I picked up in a recent binge. This time I have some excuse for my paltry reading efforts, though. In the middle of July I made the decision to attend law school. Well, I had been planning to go to law school for some time, I took the LSAT last March, but in July I decided which law school and that I would be going this fall. So most of July was spent planning the move and getting ready for school. That did not leave a lot of time for reading. I am going to guess that the next three years are not going to afford me a lot of time for recreational reading, though there is no chance I stop entirely. For now, I’ve still got some Agatha Christie that I haven’t finished, and for July I have three of hers that I read.
So Many Steps to Death
This is a strange one. It is kind of a spy thriller, like a Bond book. Only instead of a hyper competent spy at the middle of it, this stars a woman who just so happens to look quite a bit like the wife of a suspected Communist defector who died in an accident. So she is recruited to take that woman’s place as she goes to meet up with her husband.
It gets into some fully crazy territory, with a secret villain lair hidden as a leper colony and faked plane crashes to cover people’s tracks. I don’t know that I would call it particularly good. It is like one of the more ridiculous Bond movies in its plotting, but it moves at a fast enough clip that I ended up enjoying it quite a bit.
Five Little Pigs
This is a fun one. 16 years after her mother was convicted of murdering her father, Carla goes to Poirot to ask him to investigate what really happened, since her mother sent her a letter from prison saying that she didn’t do it. Intrigued, Poirot sets out to investigate the other guests at the house at the time of the murder, uncovering the sordid affairs of all involved.
This is among my favorite of Poirot’s outings. It sets up a perfectly limited group of suspects and does something of a Rashomon with them, (this book predates Rashomon) letting everyone tell their versions of the story and uncovering lies and reasons for lies with the conflicting takes. When it gets to the end and all is clear, it is just about as satisfying a mystery as I have read. This is a good one.
Another very good one. This one does not hide its culprit especially well, but it does hide the motive. There were only three people there when one of them was murdered; one of the other two is almost certainly the murderer. And the book gives ample reason to believe that the accused is responsible, though since Poirot is investigating on her behalf it is almost certain that she is not. So you turn to the other possible suspect, and there is no reason at all to suspect her. This in a mystery is suspicious in and of itself.
This is one that seems more about the characters than the plot; at least as far Poirot mysteries are concerned. It gives more intimate details of the lives of it primary characters. Lots of details that are not primarily related to the case. With the ticking clock of the impending trial as a backdrop, you really feel for some of these characters. It is really enjoyable.
Grant Morrison, JG Jones, Doug Mahnke and Others
I’m sure I’ve written about this before, but my excitement for the Justice League movie got me to pull the best Justice League vs Darkseid story. Yeah, I said it, though I expect the movie to take more of its cues from the New 52 origin. Final Crisis is a beautiful, wonderful mess. I will write a full review of this book at some point, so I am saving deeper thoughts for that.