I absolutely adore Agatha Christie!
Title: The Murder of Roger Ackroyd
Author: Agatha Christie
Publisher: Black Dog and Leventhal Publishers
In the village of King’s Abbot, a widow’s sudden suicide sparks rumors that she murdered her first husband, was being blackmailed, and was carrying on a secret affair with the wealthy Roger Ackroyd. The following evening, Ackroyd is murdered in his locked study–but not before receiving a letter identifying the widow’s blackmailer. King’s Abbot is crawling with suspects, including a nervous butler, Ackroyd’s wayward stepson, and his sister-in-law, Mrs. Cecil Ackroyd, who has taken up residence in the victim’s home. It’s now up to the famous detective Hercule Poirot, who has retired to King’s Abbot to garden, to solve the case of who killed Roger Ackroyd–a task in which he is aided by the village doctor and narrator, James Sheppard, and by Sheppard’s ingenious sister, Caroline.
The Murder of Roger Ackroyd is the book that made Agatha Christie a household name and launched her career as a perennial bestseller. Originally published in 1926, it is a landmark in the mystery genre. It was in the vanguard of a new class of popular detective fiction that ushered in the modern era of mystery novels.
Agatha Christie is a QUEEN.
A queen of mystery, that is. She formulates a crime, throws in some interesting characters, red herrings, and all that jazz, and then completely blows your mind in the end . This book is no exception.
The writing in Agatha Christie’s works is almost comforting, as it’s from a different time, and it’s kind of in that style that’s a *smidge* confusing, but gets the point across. What really matters in her books is the story, though I still value the writing.
Roger Ackroyd, a wealthy man, lives in a nice home with a butler and staff, but one regular ol’ day he gets, well, he doesn’t exactly see the day after that, let’s put it that way.
And our favorite Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot (HEY! No, no do not think about that atrocious mustache Kenneth Branagh has in the Murder on the Orient Express trailer, think more like David Suchet’s tiny black mustache.), has to come out of retirement to solve Ackroyd’s death with the, ahem, “help” of his neighbors. “Help” is in quotes because the clever Poirot does most of the thinking.
The Murder of Roger Ackroyd is a twisty-turny, slightlyyyyyy slow-paced novel that I would HIGHLY recommend.
5/5 stars! Honestly, Agatha Christie is one of my favorite authors, and I absolutely think that everyone neeeeeeds to read her books.
J’aime mon amie, Hercule Poirot. Kidding, I don’t know French. That was probably gibberish because I get lazy and don’t practice the language that I’m learning from an app. DUOLINGO IS ACTUALLY REALLY GREAT EVERYONE SHOULD USE IT. But anyhow…we have this narrator. His name is James Sheppard. We need to keep a close eye on him.
Well, for one, this guy was visiting Roger the night he, uh, well….THEN, he gets a phony-ish call, THEN Hercule Poirot is an absolute genius.
Even when all signs are pointing to Ackroyd’s nephew, Poirot’s little gray cells are able to discern who really committed the crime. *thumbs up*
The way that the book played out was absolutely genius and classic Christie. Coming out of nowhere, and is still just like… What? Somehow Christie is able to do it Every. Single. Time!
A couple nit-picky things…
The thing I found a bit peculiar here was that Caroline, James’ sister, never noticed a whole lot amiss with James. You’d think that you’d kind of be well, aware, that your brother is a bit of a psycopathic mess.
Also, I found the writing just a bit dry. But, the plot was completely filled with events and intriguing characters, which kind of made of up for it. I think with Christie, the writing is meant to convey the plot better, not to describe things smelling like pale gold, or something like that.
But these things definitely could not take away from the overall story. It’s kind of uncommon when we have an unreliable narrator, and hard to write it so the narrator doesn’t seem guilty immediately. So, props to clever Agatha Christie.