And the trouble with reading conversations of police-style investigations with these people is that it becomes a boring read. A few of the characters are deliberately dull and boring people, incessantly jabbering on about nothing in particular (like Mrs Gardener) or constantly referring back to India of old (Major Barry).
This is a very enjoyable book but it has a few downsides for me.
The film, however, did take many liberties with the book, and I couldn’t recommend it if you are a Christie purist. I have fond memories of the film primarily because it had such a brilliant soundtrack of songs by Cole Porter, and the soundtrack album was perfect fodder for whenever you needed a little nostalgic easy listening. I could only remember a few hints of the story as I was re-reading this book, which meant that the denouement at the end came as a thoroughly enjoyable surprise. A man to whom God hath given riches, wealth, and honour, so that he wanteth nothing for his soul of all that he desireth, yet God giveth him not power to eat thereof, but a stranger eateth it: this is vanity, and it is an evil disease.” My guess is that the observation is that the character of Arlena has everything that money could buy, but is she happy? The title is a quotation from the Book of Ecclesiastes, Chapter 6, Verses 1-2: “There is an evil which I have seen under the sun, and it is common among men. The full book was first published in the UK in June 1941 by Collins Crime Club and then subsequently in the US in October the same year. Evil Under the Sun was first serialised in the US in Colliers’ Weekly from December 1940 to February 1941.
She would also dedicate her later book, A Caribbean Mystery, to him. The book is dedicated to “John in memory of our last season in Syria.” This was John Rose, who befriended Agatha and her husband Max at an archaeological dig at Ur, in 1928. As usual, if you haven’t read the book yet, don’t worry, I promise not to tell you whodunit! Naturally the local police ask Poirot to assist – and just before they call in Scotland Yard his little grey cells come to the rescue. In which Hercule Poirot is enjoying a quiet holiday in a discreet island off the coast of Devon, when one of his fellow holidaymakers is found strangled on a beach.
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