Review: And Then There Were None
By Agatha Christie. ISBN 0312979479. Somehow I managed to avoid watching all of the various adaptations of Ten Little Indians (one of the other, less politically correct titles this story has sported over the years). This proved fortuitous as the reveal of the culpit proved to be the first complete shocker since Murder on the Orient Express. Christie's misdirection here is artful; a quick reexamination of the evidence proved that she didn't cheat. Probably the closest Christie came to a gothic novel, And Then There Were None reads like a Vincent Price horror picture put to paper. After plenty of Hercule Poirot, I was ready for something a little less orderly and aristocratic so the pulpy, cliffhanger-driven narrative style delighted me.