Death on the Nile
Death on the Nile, by Agatha Christie, is another superb Christie. I’m having trouble writing interesting reviews on Christie because they’re so consistantly good. It has a plot so complex that it’s a bit confusing. but certainly not too much that I want to stop reading. In hopes of it being resolved, I kept reading and reading and reading. It certainly doesn’t have the problem that Murder in Mesopotamia has – it feels pretty long, but not in a bad way. It doesn’t lag at all, and it’s still interesting, but there seemed to be a long time for suspense in the beginning. More than usual. It was: Suspense…Suspense…Suspense…Murder. Not bad, but more time could have been spent on the detecting.
The plot was great, with the signature Christie twists. The whole time, you think you know everything, but of course you don’t. The sleuthing is great, too. I liked Poirot’s matchmaking effort, and the fact that he knew the answer, but held it back so he could wrap everything up. It’s just as full of twists as all the other great Christies.
The characters were full of layers, as usual. The motley crew here seemed to be a little similar to Murder in Mesopotamia; in fact, the books seemed very similar. In the same way, the murderer was the person that couldn’t have possibly been the murderer; there seemed to be no motives at all. But, as usual, someone was lying. Several people, in fact, were lying. There were no mistaken identities in this, but something close to it. Death on the Nile is kinda like Murder in Mesopotamia, except longer, in a different place, and better.
Death on the Nile is another great Christie. It’s classic and similar to the other books, but not so much that you feel like you just read something veeerry similar… It’s another wonderful murder mystery, but I’m going to have to take a break. Too. Much. Mystery.