by Agatha Christie
The following sentence is from my 2013 review of Agatha Christie’s Death in the Clouds:
“My other complaint with Death in the Clouds is that, once again, Christie’s plot hinges on the failure of people to recognize, at close quarters, someone they really ought to recognize.”
I have the same fruitless grouse about The Mystery of the Blue Train. I say fruitless because it’s not as if the author, who died in 1976, might mend her ways. We just have to accept that, in many of her stories, witnesses tend to have poor vision and/or recall.
But it’s a Christie whodunit, and it’s got Hercule Poirot, and the ending fooled me. So there you go.
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