EXCERPT: The fact was, I was cross - and with my dear Belgian friend as much as with Austin Lanyon.
'Why didn't you tell me the truth, Poirot?' I said. 'There was no need to pretend this was a holiday with your friends. You must have known I'd leap at the chance to feel the sun on my face in December, visit a country I'd never seen before, swim every day from a beautiful bay no more than forty easy footsteps from my bedroom. You also know by now, I hope, that assisting you with your investigations is quite the most rewarding -'
'Catchpool, please allow me to explain -'
'- work I ever get to do. And the thing is, people like to have a modicum of control over their own choices. Even unassuming coves like me prefer not to be tricked into -'
'Mais tu as tout à l'envers!' Poirot erupted. 'The upside-down way of wrong way round, Catchpool. It was not supposed to be a trick.' He looked crestfallen. 'C'etait prévu comme en cadeau. A gift - that is what I planned. Evidently, I miscalculated. Forgive me.'
'A . . . gift?' My heart plummeted to the floor of my stomach. I expected to feel thoroughly ashamed of myself in no time at all; indeed, that emotional state was already bedding in around the edges.
'I told you a large portion of the truth,' Poirot declared with pride. 'The stone house overlooking the bay, with the many terraces laid out like the petticoats of a dancing lady, each one a different shape - you do not remember me saying any of this?'
'Of course I do, but -'
'And did I not tell you that a group of very good friends resided here at Liakada Bay?'
'You led me to believe they were your close friends, and keen to be mine too,' I said. 'In fact, you had never clapped eyes on any of them until today!'
'That is correct. Our purpose here is not merely le divertissement but also to get to the bottom of a problem that plagues Monsieur Nash's House of Perpetual Welcome. That element of surprise, the intriguing revelation that a mystery awaited us at Lakaida Bay, was going to be my Christmas present to you, Catchpool. The cake of the cherry! I thought you would be delighted to discover that we have another conundrum to solve together - and to discover it, rather than be told by me.'
ABOUT 'THE LAST DEATH OF THE YEAR': New Year's Eve, 1932.
Hercule Poirot and his good friend Inspector Edward Catchpool arrive on the Greek island of Lamperos for a little holiday…or is it?
Catchpool suspects Poirot has a different reason for being there — one he won't reveal. As the clock ticks towards the New Year and a festive guessing game takes a sinister turn, can Poirot stop a murderer who is determined to strike before midnight?
MY THOUGHTS: Other people's minds are always such a mystery.
Hmmm . . . I liked and disliked The Last Death of the Year in pretty much equal measure. It starts off well enough, but the pace soon slows, and we are quite well into the book before the first body appears.
The mystery is quite complex and, had it been pared down to its bare bones, I might have enjoyed it more. But it is mired in layers of subterfuge and becomes just a little 'dull' in parts. The characters are more caricature than realistic, and the Police Inspector Konstantinos Kombothekra doesn't help matters by claiming that none of the people, his very good friends, at the House of Perpetual Welcome could possibly have committed this crime simply by the fact that they ARE his very good friends and therefore it must have been committed by the impossible to catch master criminal who never leaves a trace, Kefáli Stin Ámmo. I almost threw in the towel at this point!
None of the characters other than Poirot and Catchpool, of course, were remotely realistic and there was nobody that I thought, 'Oh, I hope s/he isn't the murderer.'
I have been enthusiastic about the previous titles in this series and The Last Death of the Year is the first which has failed to hold my interest fully. The sections of writing that were good were very, very good indeed, but other sections were equally dull and/or confusing. Definitely not up to the standard of Hercule Poirot's Silent night which I loved.
My least favorite of the series, but not dire enough to put me off reading the next when it arrives.
⭐⭐⭐.3
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MEET THE AUTHOR: SOPHIE HANNAH is forty-one and lives with her husband and children in Cambridge, where she is a Fellow Commoner at Lucy Cavendish College. She is currently working on a new challenge for the little grey cells of Hercule Poirot, Agatha Christie’s famous detective.
DISCLOSURE: Thank you to Harper Collins UK, Harper Fiction and Harper Collins Australia via Netgalley for providing an e-ARC of The Last Death of the Year by Sophie Hannah for review. All opinions expressed in this review are entirely my own personal opinions.