- 04 Sep 2018 06:02
A friend of mine dropped off an Agatha Christie novel called Hercule Poirot's Christmas during my recent hospital stay. I'm not sure if this was some kind of cosmic punishment or not, because it compelled me to get around to reading Murder on the Orient Express, and then realize I didn't really care for Agatha's novels. It's not that the books are really outdated (they don't feel that way), but there's almost no character treatment in either book. Everyone is written on a shallow level, and she had an apparent inability to refrain from constant stereotypes:
"All Italians have an urge to [whip out a random knife they carry since all Italians carry hidden knives since they're Italians and thus they carry hidden knives] stab people when they're excited or angry, because Italians stab people when they're excited or angry since they're Italians"
"English people don't stab people" [BECAUSE, that's why!!], "therefore, that's proof the murder wasn't committed by an English person"
(Guy gets caught in a series of lies for his wife) "I give you my word of honor that I'm not lying this time, I promise you." (Poirot lets the guy go) "He gave us his word of honor and promised he's not lying this time, so we should trust him!"
I'm really not impressed at all.
Right now, I'm reading Red Dragon by Thomas Harris, and I'll read Silence of the Lambs next. It's a good book, and after seeing the Hannibal TV series, I can't help but hear and picture the characters in the book as anything other than the people portraying them on the TV show.
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