Murder on the Orient Express
First published in the UK 1934
This edition Fontana, 1974
Source: Mrs Offences
By the step leading up into the sleeping-car stood a young French lieutenant, resplendent in uniform, conversing with a small man, muffled up to the ears, of whom nothing was visible but a pink-tipped nose and the two points of an upward curled moustache.
This small man is of course the famous detective Hercule Poirot, the world’s best-known Belgian. And The Murder on the Orient Express is possibly his most famous case.
The accusation most often levelled against Agatha Christie is that she couldn’t write. I believe she could, and the first few pages of Orient Express provide ample evidence. It’s a brilliant evocation of a desultory conversation between two strangers at five in the morning on a freezing cold station.
‘La Sainte Sophie, it is very fine,’ said Lieutenant Dubosc, who had never seen it.
Hercule Poirot is beginning the long journey home to London after helping out an old friend in Syria. In Istanbul he boards the Simplon Orient Express and is delighted to find on board another friend, M. Bouc, a director of the train company.
The Orient Express is stocked with as varied a set of travelling companions as one could wish for: an English Army officer, a young governess, a Swedish missionary, an American millionaire and his secretary and valet, an Italian salesman, an American grandmother, a Hungarian Count and Countess, a Russian Princess. An all-star cast shown on the back of my Fontana edition.
Almost as soon as he is aboard, Poirot is offered a job by a Mr Ratchett. Ratchett is the American millionaire, and believes somebody is coming to kill him after receiving some threatening letters. Poirot refuses, for the simple reason he does not like the man’s face. He looks evil, as he explains to M. Bouc:
‘The body – the cage – is everything of the most respectable – but through the bars, the wild animal looks out.’
On the second night of the journey, the train runs into a snowdrift in Yugoslavia, halfway between Vincovci and Brod. And there it must stay until rescue arrives.
Harking back to my earlier point about Christie’s writing, that night in the snow is brilliantly described. A sleepless Poirot, isolated in his compartment, hears snatches of conversation, bells being rung, a series of disconnected events.
…the sound of a tap running, a splashing noise, then another click as the basin shut to again. Footsteps passed up the corridor outside, the shuffling footsteps of someone in bedroom slippers…
It’s all quite eerie and lonely.
Anyway, no real surprise: In the morning, a murder is discovered. The evil-faced Mr Ratchett has been stabbed twelve times. It soon turns out that whoever was responsible probably did the world a favour. Ratchett was actually Cassetti, an American crook responsible for the kidnapping and death of a young American girl a few years earlier. Cassetti got off on a technicality and fled the States.
Since the train is entirely cut off from the outside world, M. Bouc begs Poirot to solve the crime. Unless a solution can be handed to the police when they arrive, the train will suffer further delays. Poirot agrees, and having persuaded himself that an outside agency cannot be responsible, begins the process of interrogating the passengers. It’s very much his kind of case:
‘We are cut off from all the normal routes of procedure. Are these people whose evidence we have taken speaking the truth or lying? We have no means of finding out – except such means as we can devise ourselves. It is an exercise, this, of the brain.’
Alibis are key to this one. After the first round of interviews, I ended up with a lot of notes saying things like ‘Conductor: Valet + McQueen went in. Masterman = Valet: 2100 duties, 2200 leaves, MCQ on his own’ but you don’t need to do this: Poirot tabulates it all very neatly a bit later on.
Edmund Wilson, the critic who famously panned detective fiction in the 1930s, levelled the following accusation against Christie.
Christie, in proportion as she is more expert and concentrates more narrowly on the puzzle, has to eliminate human interest completely, or, rather, fill in the picture with what seems to me a distasteful parody of it.
Is this true of Orient Express? Well, unfortunately I think it is. It seems as though Christie had another of her subversive inspirations – why not have x do it? – and then had to make it happen somehow. The final resolution stretches belief and comes across as artificial. I can buy the motive, but the actual crime? It’s just not realistic. As M. Bouc would say:
However, don’t think I didn’t enjoy the book. Poirot is fun, as always, and there are some really really good bits. Even though I doubt I’ll forget the unfortunately memorable ending, I still might well read it again someday.
Don Gilbert on Reinterpreting Murder on the Orient Express (spoilers, but interesting if you know the ending)
Final destination: A keeper
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Hi, Interesting as we think alike. I also highlighted this title on my Murder In March Madness. Good job.
Thanks Scott – see Murder in March Madness at http://suspenseandmystery.blogspot.co.uk/2014/03/murder-in-march-madness-day-2.html
Rich – I think Christie did such a good job in this story of crafting the physical and psychological atmosphere. I understand your point about things that stretch credibility. Still, I like Christie’s willingness to experiment with different kinds of solutions, and I like Poirot’s interactions with the other characters. And I do want to ride the Orient Express one day…
We briefly looked at an Orient Express holiday last year – unfortunately it’s possibly cheaper to get into space 😉
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I think you’re spot-on – I actually prefer the 70s movie in some respects, thanks to the star cast and charming music score
SPOILER ALERT… Oh who am I kidding? If you don’t know this one, where have you been? (Wasn’t this the one Raymond Chandler said: ‘Only a half-wit could have guessed it’?) As a student in Norwich when the film came out, I dutifully turned up for the opening day of screening (a Sunday I think) to discover that all the posters outside the cinema, and up the street leading to the cinema, displayed the same piece of graffiti. Someone had helpfully added the words “They All Did It”!
I had much the same experience before seeing The Mousetrap. We kept it interesting by persuading ourselves that Christie might have written a few different endings. Not so, unless we were unlucky.
Firstly, I *so* agree that Christie could write well – I don’t know why it’s become some kind of truism that she can’t. If readability is anything to go by, she’s always eminently readable! As for Orient – I find it hard to be objective about it, because our impressions and expectations of it somehow cloud our reading of the original novel. I think I would have to read it again now (having not picked it up for many years) and put all the images from the adaptations out of my head and try very hard to come to it fresh – not easy! I think perhaps that of all of her books it’s the one that deserves to be looked at simply as a puzzle – although I do recall empathising with the characters here and the loss of the youngster and the need for vengeance.
Great review, and absolutely true about her writing – much better than many give her credit for. I have the same edition, and remember enjoying the film very much at the cinema.
Can’t believe I missed this. Great review. One of my favorite Christie books. I especially liked it because it showed a different side of Poirot. And I am also very fond of the movie with Albert Finney.
i have read all books by Agatha Christie and I rate this one as just average.I agree that the solution stretches belief and is artificial. However, it is fun to read as are most Agatha Christie books.
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