Hardcover, 219 pages
English language
Published Jan. 8, 1997 by HarperCollins.
Poirot had been present when Jane bragged of her plan to 'get rid of' her estranged husband. Now the monstrous man was dead, but how could Jane have stabbed Lord Edgware to death in his library at exactly the same time she was seen dining with friends? And what could be her motive now that the aristocrat had vinally granted her a divorce?
This was a decent, not very good, Agatha Christie novel. Even so, I remain a huge fan of Hercule Poirot.
Good solid Christie, ambiguous clues, layered and conflicting motivations, a puzzling puzzle to watch Poirot untangle with humorous cluelessness from ol' Hastings. The final letter, a look into the thinking of a totally self-involved, what today we'd call a sociopath, adds an interesting end note. In another mood I might even give it five stars, but even if it is a perfect example of the genre, it's no more than that...
As usually, a very well written book my Agatha Christie. My little gray cells generated a lot of ideas how the murder could have happened but unfortunately not the right one ;)
