That’s why it stood out in Christie’s mind as not only her worst book, but also the book that marked her transition from amateur to professional. She needed to write to pay the bills, so from that point of view the book was a great success, as it sold just as well as any of her other books. No doubt a contributory factor was the breakdown of her marriage to Archie Christie, and her famous ten-day disappearance which had recently taken place. She hated writing it, she said “she could not see the scene in my mind’s eye, and the people would not come alive.” She said each time she re-read it, she found it “commonplace, full of clichés and with an uninteresting plot”. And, lo and behold, with a little assistance from Miss Grey, he does! Don’t worry, if you haven’t read the book yet you can read this blog post and still not find out whodunit.Īccording to her autobiography, this is the book of which Christie was least proud. Hercule Poirot is also travelling on the train and is called in by the deceased’s father to identify who killed his daughter. If you order this along with other items, your entire order will be held and despatched when complete.In which we meet Katherine Grey, the recent recipient of a fine inheritance, who seeks a change from her modest life in St Mary Mead by taking the Blue Train to stay with well-to-do cousins in France but en route becomes entangled with a plot to steal rubies and murder an heiress. Usually despatched in 3 to 10 working days. 'It's a testament to her particular genius that you can re-read her novels over and over again' - Andrew TaylorĬurrently not in stock but due shortly. Yet Poirot is not convinced, so he stages an eerie re-enactment of the journey, complete with the murderer on board.
The prime suspect is Ruth's estranged husband, Derek. What is more, her precious rubies are missing. But she will never wake again - for a heavy blow has killed her, disfiguring her features almost beyond recognition. When the luxurious Blue Train arrives at Nice, a guard attempts to wake Ruth Kettering from her slumbers. You know, things don't happen in St Mary Mead.' To be in the midst of things - exciting things - even if I'm only the looker-on.
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