Take a sip everytime
– You can’t say for sure, but you think this is a dig at Arthur Conan Doyle
– An once glorious, now discarded aristocratic mansion is the setting
– An elderly character goes on a tirade about the dissolute morals of the younger generation
– Identity theft
– Two young women are involved in the plot: a fragile looking blonde and a brunette with a not pretty, but energetic and intelligent dark face
– “Ever since The War it’s been impossible to find a decent servant”
– People who are traveling together socialize way more easily than seems realistic
– Someone’s past or present mental illness has absolutely nothing to do with the murder
– An overly intense young socialist appears and is not taken very seriously by either the narrative or every other character
– A young man is labeled as useless and a bad match for absolutely no reason
– Someone is a fan of mistery novels and the narrative gently pokes fun at that
– The key to the mistery is in some article of women’s clothing
– Interclass marriage causes a ruckus
– Someone is poisoned with their own meds
– Someone confesses to protect someone else (neither of the two is the murderer)
Finish your drink if
– Someone confesses to protect someone else and they both are the murderer
– PoirotMiss Marple begin their final explanation and you still can’t connect all the names to their role in the plot and who they’re related to
– At least two new young couples are formed by the end of the book
– Every single one (or at least three quarters) of the suspects is up to something illegal and absolutely unrelated to the murder
Finish your bottle if
– There is one, (1) murder and no more of them, not even attempts, because if you manage to find a novel where this happens then you’ve lived long enough and don’t need to fear alchool poisoning
Every single one (or at least three quarters) of the suspects is up to something illegal and absolutely unrelated to the murder
Isn’t that more of a Chandler thing?
– You can’t say for sure, but you think this is a dig at Arthur Conan Doyle
Also – I laughed at this, but thinking it over my guess is that Christie was really making digs at people who, in the 1920s, were still imitating Doyle.
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