The Man in the Brown Suit
By Agatha Christie
I don’t know why it took me so long to pick up Agatha Christie. She is like your plucky aunt who can say everything, except her voice is in the young heroine on board a luxury liner to South Africa, a fat noble man, a dashing secret agent, and a charming socialite only too eager to help in more exciting affairs.
I wish thrillers and mysteries could be like that. Murders sans the fear and horror. I could not even tell you my efforts to determine the murderer, lest I ruin the adventure for you. All I can tell you is that I pored through all the facts again before I indulged myself with the verdict. I think I may have been subtly psychologically played.
I am glad this is the first Christie I read. That way, I can’t compare it to the more famous Poirot and Miss Marple series. I read that Christie had fun writing this novel, more than her detective stories.
Christie is hilarious. I loved her humor and language. It is probably why many Blithe readers request her from me. I am too late in the game. Discovering her is like discovering your first 90s serial. You know the next thing it’s gonna produce, whatever the story, you will like. One tip though. Don’t tarry with the book, you might forget the facts like I did. A hare rollickin’ fun kind of read.