This is my third Agatha Christie novel to date, and while this is not my favorite, it still a classic example of why Christie is the queen of the “whodunit.”
The pompous detective, Hercule Poirot, finds himself on a steamer cruising on the Nile River. As he so often does, he becomes entangled with the lives of those around him. Traveling on this ship are a group of very unlikeable people. A socialite, a blatant communist, an overbearing mother, a scorned lover, and more, all quip and nip at each other. At first, it all seems like shallow, self-centered carrying on, until someone ends up dead.
Christie wrote Death on the Nile originally in 1937 after wintering in Egypt and having traveled on the Nile via steamer herself. I didn’t find this plot full of twists and turns, but Christie knows how to pen characters. Although we see racist and misogynist sentiments fly, she shapes their personas so that we do not completely dismiss them. We may not justify their behavior, but we may understand their motives. And then there is Hercule Poirot. He does so love being right, but then again, he usually is.
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