As such, the reader gets yanked deep into the tale from the start, with no letup through the entire reading experience.
It's a lesson in which crime fiction readers are well versed.
And as far as the originality of a moral study about the wrongness of righting wrongs with more wrongs, vigilantism as a motivator has been a standard of stories both highbrow and pulp since above its rivals.
So why the top-of-the-charts durability from all the way back then until now?
Well, the story is certainly tightly constructed and masterfully executed.
There were too many other exciting ways to absorb stories—including the endless escapades he would make up himself—so what was magical about reading?
He rejected TV on the same basis, so points for the kid there.
Without more, the characters and their assorted sins are not all that transformative.
But it is, in fact, the murky collective of “crimes” and the various rationalizations and reactions to them among the seeming law-abiding party that pokes hard at our sense of moral conviction.
At first glance, in fact, it appears that Christie has corralled a fairly standard version of her usual cast of English country house suspects for a weekend of iced cocktails and warm corpses.
There are the stuffy upper-crusters: a hanging judge, a Harley Street doctor, a slick young swell, and an ex-General.