Agatha Christie is recognized as the grande dame of mystery writers, but I, unfortunately, have not read all that many of her books. One of her books that I have read, and recommend highly, is The Murder of Roger Ackroyd. Set in a small town in rural Britain, where Hercule Poirot has retired to raise vegetable marrows, the mystery is engaging and has an ending that I did not see coming yet is totally plausible.
For those of you with inquiring
minds, a vegetable marrow is “the mature fruit of certain Cucurbita pepo
cultivars used as a vegetable. … The immature fruit of the same or similar
cultivars is called …. Zucchini (in North America, Japan, Australia, the Czech
Republic, Italy, Germany, and Austria.)” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marrow_(vegetable)#Nutrition
Marrows in British Supermarket, Photo by Dbfirs, published under the following license: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/ |
Poirot does not make an immediate appearance in this book; rather, as is true of most Hercule Poirot books, the narrator is someone other than Poirot, in this case, Dr. James Sheppard. At the opening of the book, Dr. Sheppard only knows that he has a new neighbor that grows vegetable marrows whose name is something like “Mr. Porrott.” Shortly thereafter, Dr. Sheppard is almost hit by a vegetable marrow that Poirot throws over the fence in frustration. He meets Poirot then, but it is only after Roger Ackroyd, one of the leading figures in the village, is murdered, that Dr. Sheppard learns that his neighbor is, in fact. Hercule Poirot, the supposedly brilliant detective from London, who has retired.
Dr. Sheppard accompanies Flora Ackroyd, the niece of Roger Ackroyd, to Poirot’s house, where Flora implores Poirot to solve her uncle’s mystery. As with most Christie novels I have read, there are a host of possible suspects: Roger Ackroyd’s stepson, Ralph Paton; his niece, Flora Ackroyd; her mother, Mrs. Cecil Ackroyd; the housekeeper, Miss Russell; Raymond, Roger’s secretary; and Major Hector Blunt, a friend of Roger’s. We meet the suspects before we meet Hercule Poirot again through Dr. Sheppard, who is invited to supper by Roger Ackroyd to meet with him privately over a matter of some concern following the death of his former fiancĂ©e, Mrs. Ferrars. It is after that supper and the meeting, after the doctor has returned home, that we learn that Roger Ackroyd has been murdered.
The story winds through the host
of suspects, all of whom have secrets they do not wish exposed, to a more than
satisfying conclusion that will cause you to sit up and take notice. If you
have the time to add this book to your “to be read” list, I highly recommend
doing so – and plan for a second reading even if you rarely do so. The book,
and the solution to the mystery, are worth it.
One of my favorite Agatha Christie books (although I did figure it out :))
ReplyDeleteGood for you, Debra! When it was written, though, that type of solution had never been tried before, which I find fascinating.
DeleteThis is one I own but have never read. Must move it to the top of my TBR pile!
ReplyDeleteSnow day in Cincinnati today. I'll have to give it a re-read. And thanks for the clarification about vegetable marrows.
ReplyDeleteI had to look up vegetable marrows, because in my mind I was seeing something like a huge turnip and wasn't at all sure that was correct.
DeleteI got The Complete, Annotated Murder of Roger Ackroyd, edited by Bill Peschel, as a gift, and I loved reading all the extra details.
ReplyDeleteOoohh, I'll have to look into that. I bet it is fascinating.
DeleteI have had this book on my Kindle forever, never read it. That may be about to change. Thanks, Nancy
ReplyDeleteI love this book, which is so unique. I led a discussion of it with a group of mystery readers some years ago. Yes, a must read for those who love Agatha Christie's novels and mysteries in general.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you agree!
DeleteI'm not a big Christie fan. I know something is wrong with me. I feel cheated by Poirot. On the last page he comes up with a solution that to me is always out in left field. Miss Marple is more my type, and yet, after a few books, I feel like she's a drag. No, she isn't naive, always doubting and then pinpoints the person who lied. She's is right, but I wouldn't want to be her.
ReplyDeleteI think I read somewhere that Agatha Christie didn't like Ms. Marple much, either.
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