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But until the arrival of this provocative rereading of the case, written by a psychoanalyst and translated from the French, it is likely that not one of them ever doubted the validity of the solution as worked out by the redoubtable Hercule Poirot. After all, if the author's own detective had incorrectly followed the clues laid down for him, what kind of unsteady ground was the reader left standing on?
Although Bayard makes it clear that those picking up his book don't necessarily have to return to the original text--he does give a very concise summary of the principal characters and actions of Christie's story--it is an exercise, really a pleasure, that I urge you toward. The Murder of Roger Ackroyd is such a landmark of the genre that it is not just a bit of nostalgia, a form of genial time travel, but also a reminder of what the Golden Age of the mystery novel was all about: the matching of wits between writer and reader, with puzzles that truly puzzled and were made all the more satisfying by the operative credo of fair play.
To address the actual plot of The Murder of Roger Ackroyd is to risk spoiling the fun. Let's just say there is an English village, King's Abbott, in which a bluff country squire, the much-mentioned Ackroyd, resides until his untimely death, [stabbed] by an unknown assailant. Unfortunately for the murderer--or so one used to think, pre-Pierre Bayard--there is also in the village a retired Belgian police inspector, the unparalleled M. Hercule Poirot. Poirot's celebrated "little grey cells," those he uses to form his theories of a case, steadily power the investigation to its startling conclusion, one that has always been as magnificent for its shock value as for its apparently irrefutable logic. That Professor Bayard's delicate probing of the book's structure manages to turn it convincingly in a fresh direction, toward an actual murderer never even suspected, is a triumph of scholarship that is at once playful and serious.
How we approach classic texts should never be as static an experience as we generally allow it to be, a truth proved anew by Who Killed Roger Ackroyd? It now joins a list of other similarly clever literary treats, among which I include Rex Stout's "Watson Was a Woman" and Frederick Crews's The Pooh Perplex. --Otto Penzler
192 pages, Pocket Book
First published January 1, 1998
Comme l’a montré Lacan, ce paradoxe n’est pas insurmontable, à condition de prendre la peine de distinguer le sujet de l’énoncé et celui de l’énonciation. « Je mens » est prononcé à la fois sur le plan de l’énoncé et sur celui de l’énonciation, et le pronom « je » condense deux sujets au point d’en faire disparaître un derrière l’autre. Le « je » qui prononce la formule diffère du « je » de « je mens ». Dès lors, l’un est en mesure de dire le vrai dans le même temps où l’autre est déclaré menteur.
"All indicators make it desirable, then, to reopen the investigation."
...for if it is true that an intermediary world exists between the text and the reader, it is likely that the murderer of Roger Ackroyd has found refuge there. He has been living there secretly, perhaps, since the creation of the work, in a deceptive tranquility that is about to end.