Death on the Nile Review

Christie's most psychologically complete characters. She is not written as a villain, or at least not initially. She is written as a woman whose life has been organized around a man who chose someone else, and whose grief and humiliation and rage have nowhere to go because the social forms available to her do not accommodate the particular nature of what she has lost. She is too intelligent not to know that what she is doing, following the couple across Egypt, is damaging her own dignity as well as everyone else's peace. She does it anyway. Christie gives her enough interiority that her behavior never slides into simple menace. She is disturbing precisely because she is understandable.

The supporting cast aboard the Karnak deserves specific mention because it is one of the richest Christie ever assembled. Colonel Race, the military man with intelligence connections, is a quiet and steady presence who complements Poirot without competing with him. The various other passengers, including an excitable romance novelist, a kleptomaniac American socialite, a Communist agitator, and a series of people with financial stakes in Linnet's will, are drawn with the quick, accurate characterization Christie could produce effortlessly by this point in her career. Each of them is a distinct individual. Each of them is a plausible suspect. And Christie manages to distribute your attention among all of them with a fairness that, in retrospect, seems almost impossibly controlled.

Linnet, the victim, is less easily sympathetic, and Christie is entirely aware of that. She is a woman who has always gotten what she wanted and has therefore developed very little capacity for inhabiting the emotional reality of people around her. She did not set out to steal Simon from Jacqueline. She does not think of herself as having done anything wrong. That failure of imagination is drawn with cool, precise disapproval, and it makes the murder, when it comes, morally complicated in a way that straightforward villainy never could be.

The solution, when Poirot assembles it in the final act, is genuinely brilliant. The central alibi mechanism is as good as anything Christie ever constructed, and the way it depends on the reader having made a specific and entirely natural assumption is a textbook example of her method at its most elegant. Even for experienced Christie readers, the revelation carries a jolt. Even for those who have read it before, the explanation in reverse, walking back through the evidence and seeing how each piece was placed, is enormously satisfying.

Robert Barnard, one of Christie's most astute critics, called the solution overcomplex, and there is a fair point there.