Agatha Christie's Three Act Tragedy
It's Halloween, I thought, the perfect time to read a Poirot mystery I've never read, full of actors and amateur detectives and house parties and whatnot. And it starts off very funny, but we're not even to the end of chapter two before this starts:
I guess at this point the rampant casual anti-Semitism in Christie's books should not catch me unawares, and yet it does, every time.
Anyway, this mystery is fine, not one of her standout works, but well plotted and funny. I think I'm back on another break from Christie though. B.
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