I'm still a bit scarred from reading Anthony Horowitz's authorised but
horrifically inept treatment of Sherlock Holmes in House of Silk. Would
a similar exercise be any better with Sophie Hannah resurrecting
Poirot? My mum adored Sophie Hannah so I was optimistic. I noticed a
real rash of one star reviews that were pretty merciless in their hatred
of this book. But I was still in Sophie's corner. It seemed they were
unhappy that Christie's famous economy of writing was not something
Sophie embraced. But Sophie can write it her way - it doesn't have to be
a full on pastiche. You can evoke a character without the need to ape
another writer's style. And the first scene/chapter when Poirot
originally meets Jenny in the coffee shop is fine. It's amusing,
intriguing and Poirot lives again. And then Scotland Yard in the shape
of Catchpool turns up and it all goes to hell. Well to be fair it isn't
Catchpool who heralds literary Armageddon it's the murder itself. The
rest of the book is Poirot and the sceptical Scotland Yard man endlessly
assembling their thoughts about the crime. It's incredibly over
written. Hannah creates such a vast forest of deduction and explanation
that getting lost and confused amongst the foliage is inevitable. She
doesn't give any of the characters beyond Poirot any life so we
inevitably don't really care who dies, why they die or whodunnit.I wonder whether a better fit would have been Sophie Hannah writing Holmes and Horowitz writing Poirot.
I
listened to the audio for this one. Julian Rhind-Tutt is a big asset to
the production and I love his David Suchet Poirot impersonation.
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