Evil Under the Sun [#books #review]

by Agatha Christie

Poirot
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Rating: 8.5/10

It is peaceful. The sun shines. The sea is blue. But you forget, Miss Brewster, there is evil everywhere under the sun.
Poirot

(Page 12)

The first time I read this nove, I think I underestimated it, because I don't remember liking it so much as I did now that I read it a second time.

It was a very pleasant reread, truly satisfying!

Quotes

When Captain Roger Angmering built himself a house in the year 1782 on the island off Leathercombe Bay, it was thought the height of eccentricity on his part.

[incipit]

There was one very important person (in his own estimation at least) staying at the Jolly Roger. Hercule Poirot, resplendent in a white duck suit, with a panama hat tilted over his eyes, his moustaches magnificently befurled, lay back in an improved type of deck chair and surveyed the bathing beach.

(Page 2)

Poirot: Mademoiselle, if you are not married, it is because none of my sex have been sufficiently eloquent. It is from choice, not necessity, that you remain single.

Rosamund Darnley: And yet, like all men, I'm sure you believe in your heart that no woman is content unless she is married and has children.

(Page 24)

Some people might have scrupulously removed themselves from earshot of a private conversation. But not Hercule Poirot. He had no scruples of that kind.

(Page 38)

She liked Christine Redfern. She and Rosamund Darnley were the only bearable people on the island in Linda's opinion. Neither of them talked much to her for one thing. Now, as they walked, Christine didn't say anything. That, Linda thought, was sensible. If you hadn't anything worth saying why go chattering all the time?

(Page 47)

Mrs Gardner: But about detecting, I would so like to know your methods—you know, I'd feel privileged if you'd just explain it to me.

Poirot: It is a little like your puzzle, Madame. One assembles the pieces. It is like a mosaic—many colours and patterns—and every strange-shaped little piece must be fitted into its own place.

(Page 207)

When a person has been murdered, it is more important to be truthful than to be decent.

Poirot

(Page 218)