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The truth is I m not very good with people I adore people, don t you said Robin happily No, said Mrs Oliver firmly Mrs McGinty s Dead is, as far as I can tell, a unique product of Christie s prolific mind To begin with, it s unusually funny and ironic, far good naturedly mocking toward the Adorable Egg Head than I would have expected from the book that initiates the final phase of his career Secondly, in a few occasions it offers delicious examples of meta talk between Christie and the readers through the character of our dear old Ariadne Oliver, to whom is not granted enough screen time to be called a proper sidekick, but who nonetheless is charismatic enough to pull her weight beautifully, again with no little humour The mystery, in truth, didn t particularly impress me, though the solution really was unexpected I guess I don t exactly love when big facts necessary to find the culprit are revealed only during the d nouement view spoiler e.g Mr Upward having been adopted hide spoiler I read this book in my mother language Portuguese I was loving the story but for me the ending was unconvincing and implausible. [Read] ♂ Mrs. McGinty's Dead ♐ Mrs McGinty Is Dead And Everyone Suspects James Bentley, Her Slightly Shifty Lodger, But Superintendent Spence Is Suspicious Enough To Ask For Hercule Poirot S Assistance Soon, The Seemingly Simple Situation Turns Into A Complex Web Of Lies And Hidden Identities Unabridged CDs As always, Christie comes through with a great mystery with the mind of Poirot Excellent reading . Fussy Fastidious Vain Brilliant Poirot s back, but is a little bored, and spends his time carefully considering his meals And then Superintendent Spence discusses a case with Poirot of a man who was convicted for bashing his landlady on the head Spence isn t comfortable with the verdict, and gets Poirot to revisit the case for him Poirot goes to the town of the murder and must stay in a dreadful bed breakfast, while interviewing the neighbours and generally getting people agitated about the situation And wonderful Ariadne Oliver shows up in the same town to work with a local playwright to dramatize one of her books and totally misrepresent her story s detective Christie must have been griping through Ariadne about Poirot I found this story enjoyable and with Ariadne s presence funnier than some of the other Poirot stories. Mrs McGinty s dead How did she die Sticking her neck out, just like I Had Mrs McGinty a drab life Poirot Ghastly, I expect, said Mrs Summerhayes vaguely Always on your knees scrubbing And then piles of other people s washing up waiting for you on the sink when you arrive in the morning If I had to face that every day, I d be positively relieved to be murdered I really would After 2 3 books of literary pretension Hercules Poirot as Hercules, on a quest for detective greatness , Christie lightens up a bit and tries to get silly again about the vain Poirot, with an array of supporting comical characters, some of them and this is pretty rare, since she typically writes of the upper class working class women There are writers of mysteries, and playwrights, that are also targets of satire, but none greater targets than Hercules Poirot, who Christie has a famous love hate relationship with in full swing at this point in her career in 1952, this book was published In this one, she s having fun with him, poking fun at his snobbery than usual, but lightly Has a P G Wodehouse feel to it at times.In this one James Bentley awaits capital punishment, convicted of killing his landlord, Mrs McGinty, but Poirot is engaged to find out who really dunnit The solution involves photographs, a sugar cutter, gender bending names such as Evelyn and Craig Maybe my favorite aspect of it is the character Ariadne Oliver, a mystery writer, a kind of caricature of Christie herself Authors were shy, unsociable creatures, atoning for their lack of social aptitude by inventing their own companions and conversations Not my favorite Poirot, but it is still clever. Mrs McGinty s dead How did she die Sticking her neck out, just like I Dame Agatha s penchant to use children s rhymes as an underlying theme for mysteries, enhancing the creepy aspect of many of them, coming to the fore once again Really, I hope someone would do a monograph on this quirky aspect of her novels one day Mrs McGinty was a charwoman at the beginning of the story, she is dead, bludgeoned to death apparently by her lodger who has been convicted of the crime But Superintendent Spence who is investigating the case thinks otherwise, even though the circumstantial evidence is substantial and seeks the help of none other than Hercule Poirot.As Poirot investigates, it becomes evident that matters are not as simple as one thinks it is It seems that Mrs McGinty stuck her neck out and got it cut off This was one of the most humorous books from Christie the tone resembled that of Wodehouse at times Poirot s experience in the horrible boarding house run by the Summerhayes, especially being forced to eat raspberries with mould on them and beans which have been bloodstained from his hostess s cut finger, was hilarious So also Superintendent Spence s exasperation at Poirot s close mouthed nature and cryptic remarks I still remember once sentence which doubled me up At the darkest hour in the investigation, when Spence remarks that the case is puzzling him to death, the Belgian sleuth says Ah, mon ami, it is simple, is it not Dame Agatha writes After that remark there was nearly a third murder the murder of Hercule Poirot by Superintendent Spence in Kilchester Police Headquarters.Not one of Agatha Christie s best, but worth a read. Mrs McGinty s Dead Hercule Poirot 30 , Agatha ChristieMrs McGinty s Dead is a work of detective fiction by Agatha Christie first published in the US by Dodd, Mead and Company in February 1952 and in the UK by the Collins Crime Club on 3 March the same year An old woman apparently struck dead by her lodger for thirty pounds that she kept under a floorboard When, however, he is asked by the investigating officer to take another look at the case to stop an innocent man going to the gallows, he realises that things may not be as simple as they first appear to be 1388 9789643636326. I should, perhaps, madame, tell you a little about myself I am Hercule Poirot The revelation left Mrs Summerhayes unmoved What a lovely name, she said kindly Greek, isn t it Now this is a Poirot novel that strays from the script a bit It s fascinating but there seem to be three parts to this novel and the crime mystery part is the weakest one Yet, I really liked the book because first and foremost, Christie made me laugh out loud quite a few times Eh bien, let s start with the weakest part the crime mystery So, Mrs McGinty is found dead and her lodger has been arrested, is standing trial, and will probably be sentenced to hang, but Superintendent Spence is having doubts and is consulting an old acquaintance to have a look at the caseI don t know what you ll go there as, continued Spence doubtfully as he eyed Poirot You might be some kind of an opera singer Voice broken down Got to rest That might do I shall go, said Hercule Poirot, speaking with accents of royal blood, as myself Spence received this pronouncement with pursed lips D you think that s advisable From there on, the typical sleuthing adventure ensues, except that there are a lot and I do mean way too many characters that are part of the investigation, a few red herrings, Ariadne Oliver whose involvement in the book has less to do with the plot I ll get to that later , and an ending that seems to have been rather far fetched In fact, by the time the mystery was resolved, I had kinda lost interest in the whodunit part and really enjoyed the characters interacting with each other This book is really not about the mystery, which, in my opinion, was rather sub par No rather, the book seems to have been a self reverential celebration of all things Poirot And this may or may not be to readers tastes I quite liked it in this case.We have a lot of details about Poirot himself In his early days, he had seen plenty of crude brutality It had been the rule than the exception He found it fatiguing, and unintelligent. My work has enslaved me just as their work enslaves them When the hour of leisure arrives, they have nothing with which to fill their leisure.We have a couple of tips of the hat to The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, which was published 25 years before Mrs McGintys Dead, when Poirot discussed gardening with Spence Me, once I decided to live in the country and grow vegetable marrows It did not succeed I have not the temperament In many of the details that describe Poirot in this book, Christie seems to take a retrospective stance, It serves as a celebration of his previous adventures, but I also could not help feeling that Christie took the opportunity to have some fun herself and poke her famous character at every opportunity Not only, does she send Poirot to the country and we all know how much Poirot hates the country It s not really a Guest House, just a rather decrepit country house where the young couple who own it take in paying guests I don t think, said Spence dubiously, that it s very comfortable Hercule Poirot closed his eyes in agony If I suffer, I suffer, he said It has to beAnd Christie makes sure of it his suffering This was one of my favourite parts and I am sure anyone who has ever been exasperated by Poirot s eccentricities would chuckle about the following scene of Poirot taking up lodgings at a country inn The room was large, and had a faded Morris wall paper Steel engravings of unpleasant subjects hung crookedly on the walls with one or two good oil paintings The chair covers were both faded and dirty, the carpet had holes in it and had never been of a pleasant design A good deal of miscellaneous bric brac was scattered haphazard here and there Tables rocked dangerously owing to absence of castors One window was open, and no power on earth could, apparently, shut it again The door, temporarily shut, was not likely to remain so The latch did not hold, and with every gust of wind it burst open and whirling gusts of cold wind eddied round the room I suffer, said Hercule Poirot to himself in acute self pity Yes, I suffer The door burst open and the wind and Mrs Summerhayes came in together She looked round the room, shouted What to someone in the distance and went out again.Mrs Summerhayes had red hair and an attractively freckled face and was usually in a distracted state of putting things down, or else looking for them.Hercule Poirot sprang to his feet and shut the door.A moment or two later it opened again and Mrs Summerhayes reappeared This time she was carrying a large enamel basin and a knife.A man s voice from some way away called out Maureen, that cat s been sick again What shall I do Mrs Summerhayes called I m coming, darling Hold everything She dropped the basin and the knife and went out again.Poirot got up again and shut the door He said Decidedly, I suffer As I said I really enjoyed this part of the story but I did keep wondering why Christie took to treating Poirot in such a way Was it to celebrate him or was she falling out with him as a character that had become so famous that he had a life of his own just as Arthur Conan Doyle fell out with Holmes Which brings me to the third part Ariadne Oliver Ariadne is basically Christie s way of injecting a fictionalised version of herself into the Poirot stories, and in this one Ariadne enters the scene nearly knocking Poirot over with her car and spends a lot of time agonising over how her own fictional creation Sven Hjerson is being changed inappropriately by theatre and film producers Robin continued blithely What I feel is, here s that wonderful young man, parachuted down Mrs Oliver interrupted He s sixty Oh no He is I don t see him like that Thirty five not a day older But I ve been writing books about him for thirty years, and he was at least thirty five in the first one But, darling, if he s sixty, you can t have the tension between him and the girl what s her name Ingrid I mean, it would make him just a nasty old man It certainly would So you see, he must be thirty five, said Robin triumphantly Then he can t be Sven Hjerson Just make him a Norwegian young man who s in the Resistance Movement But darling Ariadne, the whole point of the play is Sven Hjerson You ve got an enormous public who simply adore Sven Hjerson, and who ll flock to see Sven Hjerson He s box office, darling Yeah, I can see Christie having exactly this sort of conversation with agents and producers about Poirot and Marple, and I can see Christie using this particular book as a dig at people trying to exploit her characters And given the resolution of the plot, what a dig this is If only it had deterred her estate to employ Charles Osborne to adapt her plays as novels So, while the mystery plot is rather mediocre, the context this novel provides for Poirot as a character that has developed a public persona outside of the books is just marvelous.