12/03/2025
The Last Death of the Year by Sophie Hannah and Agatha Christie
It's not, actually, the last death of the year. I want to say it is from a certain perspective, but that's not actually true, either. Which is somewhat fitting, because not a single member of the community at the House of Perpetual Welcome is telling anything even adjacent to the truth - although some are a bit closer than the others.
Even Poirot has brought his friend Catchpool to this place (and story) under somewhat false pretenses.
After all, the would-be murderer does start the story by telling something like the truth - even though they tell that questionable truth in a manner that is designed to not only conceal their identity and intent, but also to put others into the frame. (I'm not saying the others are innocent, because it's debatable whether anyone in the community is exactly innocent, but they are, at least, neither planning nor guilty of murder.
When the murder is discovered, it's up to Poirot and Catchpool to wind their way through a seemingly endless series of lies, misdirections, and histrionic outbursts to figure out whodunnit and why - before the end of the New Year's holidays AND, more importantly, before this turns out to be a repeat of - but not nearly as compelling.
I keep reading this series, even though they keep driving me bonkers. I think they're like a bag of chips, in that my hand is stuck in the bag and I can't get it out without another chip in it. I didn't exactly enjoy this one but I was just invested enough (I like Catchpool fairly well) that I had to see Poirot's 'gathering of the suspects' for myself.
Your reading mileage may vary.