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188 pages, Paperback
First published December 19, 1938
“But Christmas, you’ll remember, is the season of forgiveness! We’ll welcome the prodigal home.
Ah, but bygones must be bygones. That’s the spirit for Christmas, isn’t it, Lydia?”
“Everyone lies—in parts like the egg of the English curate. It is profitable to separate the harmless lies from the vital ones.”
“Poirot said: ‘That is quite possible. I am always prepared to admit one coincidence.”
“I believe the present matters --- not the past! The past muust go. If we seek to keep the past alive, we end, I think, by distorting it. We see it in exaggerated terms --- a false perspective.”
“Marriage is an extraordinary thing—and I doubt if any outsider—even a child of the marriage—has the right to judge”
“It is the quietest and meekest people who are often capable of the most sudden and unexpected violences for the reason that when their control does snap, it goes entirely.”
“You have said that Christmas is a season of good cheer. That means, does it not, a lot of eating and drinking? It means, in fact, the over eating! And with the overeating there comes the indigestion! And with the indigestion there comes the irritability!
And families now, families who have been separated throughout the year, assemble once more together. Now under these conditions, my friend, you must admit that there will occur a great amount of strain. People who do not feel amiable are putting great pressure on themselves to appear amiable! There is at Christmas time a great deal of hypocrisy, honorable hypocrisy, hypocrisy undertaken pour le bon motif, c’est entendu, but nevertheless hypocrisy!
I am pointing out to you that under these conditions—mental strain, physical malaise—it is highly probable that dislikes that were before merely mild and disagreements that were trivial might suddenly assume a more serious character. The result of pretending to be a more amiable, a more forgiving, a more high‐minded person than one really is, has sooner or later the effect of causing one to behave as a more disagreeable, a more ruthless and an altogether more unpleasant person than is actually the case! If you dam the stream of natural behavior, mon ami, sooner or later the dam bursts and a cataclysm occurs!”






Agatha Chrisite dedicates this novel to her brother-in-law, James—after he complained that her murders had become a bit too refined. Her dedication is deliciously mischievous: “You yearned for a good violent murder with lots of blood… so this is your special story… written for you.” If I were James, I would have felt deeply honored. Christie delivers exactly that: a brutally violent murder, drenched in blood. She even quotes “Yet who would have thought the old man had so much blood in him?”
Christie clearly relishes the opportunity to unleash chaos within the fictitious—and thoroughly dysfunctional—Lee family. The family patriarch, Simeon Lee, summons his estranged relatives to his estate on Christmas under the pretense of advancing age and a desire for reconciliation. The family is anything but close: one son is estranged, one daughter is dead, and long-buried resentments simmer just beneath the surface.
Tensions escalate when Simeon announces that he intends to revise his will and wants everyone present for the revelation. Matters grow even more uncomfortable when unexpected guests arrive: the daughter of his deceased child, the long-estranged son, and a mysterious man claiming to be the son of one of Simeon’s former business partners. By Christmas Eve, the house is packed—and crackling with hostility.
That night, while Simeon has retired to his room, the household is jolted by the sound of crashing furniture, followed by an eerie, high-pitched scream. His bedroom door is locked from the inside. When it is finally forced open, Simeon is discovered brutally murdered—stabbed, and surrounded by an astonishing amount of blood. Christie does not exaggerate; this is the “bloody murder” she promised.
Conveniently, Poirot is vacationing nearby with a friend and offers his assistance. What follows is classic Poirot: careful observation, psychological insight, and a meticulous unraveling of family secrets. Every member of the Lee family has motive—some more compelling than others—and Christie skillfully layers suspicion across the entire cast.
First published in 1938, the novel also offers a fascinating glimpse into historical police procedure. The relative freedom with which investigators operate—unencumbered by modern forensic protocols and legal constraints—allows Christie to focus squarely on motive, behavior, and deduction. There’s a certain narrative looseness that feels refreshing, even playful, by today’s standards.
Christie plants her clues with precision, revealing them gradually through Poirot’s conversations and reflections. As each family member’s history is exposed, possibilities narrow, alibis crumble, and the truth slowly comes into focus through a process of elegant elimination.
This is a thoroughly entertaining Christmas murder—dark, clever, and satisfyingly brutal. It’s the perfect antidote to the season’s abundance of sugary, feel-good stories, reminding us that even at Christmas, Agatha Christie knew how to deliver deliciously deadly fun. 🎄🔪
Guess Who's Coming For Christmas?
The family's all been invited to Gorston Hall for Christmas and the devilish and domineering "old coot" Simeon Lee has a trick up his sleeve plus two surprise guests to wreak havoc and add to the fun until the big crash and then......the scream from the souls of hell......and then......
"Blood......so much blood......blood everywhere......fresh, wet, gleaming blood"......
Oh, this is a good one. Superintendent Sugden has his work cut out for him, but with the expertise of Hercule Poirot, they make quick work of the interviews to sleuth out the culprit.
Thank you Agatha Christie; adding this one to my favorites! Fast moving with a few good twists along the way!