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An urgent cry for help brings Hercule Poirot to France. But he arrives too late to save his client, whose brutally stabbed body now lies face down in a shallow grave on a golf course. But why is the dead man wearing an overcoat that is too big for him? And for whom was the impassioned love letter in the pocket? Before Poirot can answer these questions, the case is turned An urgent cry for help brings Hercule Poirot to France. But he arrives too late to save his client, whose brutally stabbed body now lies face down in a shallow grave on a golf course. But why is the dead man wearing an overcoat that is too big for him? And for whom was the impassioned love letter in the pocket? Before Poirot can answer these questions, the case is turned upside down by the discovery of a second, identically murdered corpse.…


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An urgent cry for help brings Hercule Poirot to France. But he arrives too late to save his client, whose brutally stabbed body now lies face down in a shallow grave on a golf course. But why is the dead man wearing an overcoat that is too big for him? And for whom was the impassioned love letter in the pocket? Before Poirot can answer these questions, the case is turned An urgent cry for help brings Hercule Poirot to France. But he arrives too late to save his client, whose brutally stabbed body now lies face down in a shallow grave on a golf course. But why is the dead man wearing an overcoat that is too big for him? And for whom was the impassioned love letter in the pocket? Before Poirot can answer these questions, the case is turned upside down by the discovery of a second, identically murdered corpse.…

30 review for The murder on the links: An Hercule Poirot Mystery

  1. 4 out of 5

    Beth S.

    Shut up Hastings. Shut up, shut up, shut up.

  2. 5 out of 5

    Jaline

    Side Note: In August last year, I reached a personal milestone of 1,000 books read so far in this decade with the first of Agatha Christie’s Hercule Poirot series, The Mysterious Affair at Styles. With this second novel in the Hercule Poirot series, I have reached another personal milestone: 1,000 eBook reads on my eReader. One thing I can already see: since I bought my first eReader, I have definitely been reading more books than ever before – and that is definitely a good thing! (PS – my Side Note: In August last year, I reached a personal milestone of 1,000 books read so far in this decade with the first of Agatha Christie’s Hercule Poirot series, The Mysterious Affair at Styles. With this second novel in the Hercule Poirot series, I have reached another personal milestone: 1,000 eBook reads on my eReader. One thing I can already see: since I bought my first eReader, I have definitely been reading more books than ever before – and that is definitely a good thing! (PS – my reading decades are tracked differently than most people track decades. I start with the ‘zero year’ and end with the ‘nine year’ – in other words, for my reading purposes, this decade started for me in January 2010 and ends at the end of December this year, 2019.) Captain Arthur Hastings chronicles this second novel in Agatha Christie’s Hercule Poirot series, just as he did in the first one. Poirot receives an urgent letter from a very wealthy man who says he is in fear of his life and desperately requires Poirot’s assistance. When Poirot and Hastings arrive, they are met with the news that the man was murdered in the ‘bunkair’ (as Poirot calls it) that was being built on a golf course under construction. Of course, in real golf, landing one’s golf ball in a bunker filled with sand and a bank along one edge is definitely not a good thing as they are notoriously difficult to chip one’s way out of. In this case, landing in the ‘bunkair’ due to a stab in the back is, of course, far worse. The plot in this novel rivals any that can be found in modern mystery writing. In fact, it not only rivals them, but in the majority of cases supersedes them substantially. It has been many years since I read some of Agatha Christie’s novels, and to be honest – I don’t think I would recognize the ones I previously read after so many years have passed of life, experience, and reading. Ms Christie’s characters may not be as strong, yet that is out of necessity. In each book, several characters have to be admitted to set the stage, disassemble it, re-set it, and so forth. It wouldn’t even be responsible of her as a writer to dramatize the characters beyond the extent that she does because I can’t imagine anything worse as a reader than to find a character I was really attached to turn into a criminal. However, we have Hercule Poirot. He may be tiny with big flowing mustaches and an obsession with adjusting the position of various objects that look out of alignment to him. Still, if he is not physically the ultimate hero to warm up to, his brain and how it works to solve the unsolvable is a huge attraction. And, we have Captain Arthur Hastings – young, dashing, and not nearly as swift to hone in on clues that his friend sees in seconds, he is still endearing in his efforts to keep up to the electrically-charged Poirot. Although I have not been able to insert into my reading schedule as many Agatha Christie novels as I would like to, there are definitely more upcoming during the latter part of this year. I am so much looking forward to my further adventures with the incorrigible and daunting team of Poirot and Hastings.

  3. 5 out of 5

    Ahmad Sharabiani

    The Murder on the Links, Agatha Christie The Murder on the Links is a work of detective fiction by Agatha Christie, first published in the UK by The Bodley Head in May 1923, and in the US by Dodd, Mead & Co in the same year. It features Hercule Poirot and Arthur Hastings. The story takes place in northern France, giving Poirot a hostile competitor from the Paris Sûreté. Poirot's long memory for past or similar crimes proves useful in resolving the crimes. Hercule Poirot and Captain Hastings The Murder on the Links, Agatha Christie The Murder on the Links is a work of detective fiction by Agatha Christie, first published in the UK by The Bodley Head in May 1923, and in the US by Dodd, Mead & Co in the same year. It features Hercule Poirot and Arthur Hastings. The story takes place in northern France, giving Poirot a hostile competitor from the Paris Sûreté. Poirot's long memory for past or similar crimes proves useful in resolving the crimes. Hercule Poirot and Captain Hastings travel to Merlinville-sur-Mer, France, to meet with Paul Renauld, who has requested their help. Upon arriving at his home, the Villa Genevieve, local police greet them with news that he had been found dead that morning. Renauld had been stabbed in the back with a letter opener and left in a newly dug grave adjacent to a local golf course. His wife, Eloise Renauld, claims masked men broke into the villa at 2 am, tied her up, and took her husband away with them. Upon inspecting his body, Eloise collapses with grief at seeing her dead husband. Monsieur Giraud of the Sûreté leads the police investigation, and resents Poirot's involvement; Monsieur Hautet, the Examining Magistrate, is more open to sharing key information with him. عنوانها: قتل در زمین گلف؛ چمن خونین؛ نویسنده: آگاتا کریستی؛ تاریخ نخستین خوانش: سال 1996 میلادی عنوان: قتل در زمین گلف؛ نویسنده: آگاتا کریستی؛ مترجم: صغری ظهیری؛ تهران، میلاد، 1375؛ در 280 ص؛ موضوع: داستانهای نویسندگان انگلیسی - سده 20 م عنوان: قتل در زمین گلف؛ نویسنده: آگاتا کریستی؛ مترجم: مهرداد فتوره چی؛ تهران، جامعه، 1375؛ در 263 ص؛ شابک: 9649006508؛ عنوان: قتل در زمین گلف؛ نویسنده: آگاتا کریستی؛ مترجم: محمدعلی ایزدی؛ تهران، هرمس، کارآگاه، 1388؛ در 269 ص؛ چاپ سوم، 1392؛ شابک: 9789643634735؛ عنوان: چمن خونین؛ نویسنده: آگاتا کریستی؛ مترجم: بهرام افراسیابی؛ تهران، مهرفام، نگاه، 1389؛ در 351 ص؛ شابک: 9789649915470؛ از آن موقعی که تو به من اعتماد کردی، من مرتبا به تو دروغ گفته ام. از متن کتاب داستان این کتاب درباره ی ماجرایی است که «هرکول پوآرو» و «آرتور هستینگز» برای حل آن اقدام می‌کنند. در بخشی از این داستان، «آرتور هستینگز» همسر آینده ی خود یعنی «دالسی دویین» را برای نخستین بار می‌بیند؛ داستان درباره قتل «موسیو رونالد» یکی از ثروتمندان «فرانسوی-کانادایی» ست، که جسدش در «بانک‌ ایر» پیدا شده، او پیش از مرگش از «پوآرو» درخواست می‌کند، تا برای گفتگو در باره مسئله‌ ای به فرانسه بیاید، پس از آن پلیس به پسر وی، که روز قتل با او دعوا کرده، مظنون می‌شود، و وی را دستگیر می‌کند، و در عین حال جسد فرد دیگری که ولگرد، ولی با لباس‌های اعیانی ست پیدا می‌شود...؛ ا. شربیانی

  4. 5 out of 5

    Julie

    The Murder on the Links by Agatha Christie is a 1923 publication. Poirot has been frantically summoned to France by Monsieur Paul Renauld. Unfortunately, upon arrival, Hastings and Poirot are informed they have arrived too late and Renauld is dead… murdered as it so happens. Pitted against a younger and equally confident detective, Poirot is determined to meet his competition head on, utilizing his advantage of experience to solve the crime. This is the second Poirot by Agatha Christie and is The Murder on the Links by Agatha Christie is a 1923 publication. Poirot has been frantically summoned to France by Monsieur Paul Renauld. Unfortunately, upon arrival, Hastings and Poirot are informed they have arrived too late and Renauld is dead… murdered as it so happens. Pitted against a younger and equally confident detective, Poirot is determined to meet his competition head on, utilizing his advantage of experience to solve the crime. This is the second Poirot by Agatha Christie and is one I have not read. Christie obviously found inspiration with Holmes and Watson, and one can debate whether this is a homage or a parody, but either way, she did a masterful job with this twisty, complex whodunit. I thoroughly enjoyed this classic mystery. I was never able to sit back, smugly confident that I had it all figured out. Christie was always at least two steps ahead of me. This is a stunning guessing game, narrated by Hastings, who provides his own unique observations along with his amusing commentary. Despite its age, and our current desensitization and demand for more shock and awe, I think this story stands on its own merits quite well. (With the exception of a bit of cringe-worthy insta-love) Christie is very clever, and it is obvious she put much thought into the plot, dotting the I’s and crossing the t’s. I was enthralled by her skill, and it is easy to see why she had such an enormous impact on the mystery genre. As pure mysteries are few and far between right now, I’m looking to read more classics. Having read Poirot mysteries off and on over the years, I know this one might not rank up there with some of the later installments, but this a smart and impressive gem!! 4 stars

  5. 5 out of 5

    Lori

    It's early days for Poirot, who I love. A fun murder mystery full of twists and turns that only he can solve.

  6. 5 out of 5

    Evgeny

    Hercule Poirot was bored complaining about modern criminals not able to commit a crime to make his famous grey cells work. At this moment he received a letter from a South American millionaire living in France stating that his life was in danger and beseeching Poirot to come to the rescue. Poirot felt something out of the ordinary was going on and decided to go to France accompanied by his clueless sidekick Captain Hastings. Upon arrival they realized that they were late as the body of the Hercule Poirot was bored complaining about modern criminals not able to commit a crime to make his famous grey cells work. At this moment he received a letter from a South American millionaire living in France stating that his life was in danger and beseeching Poirot to come to the rescue. Poirot felt something out of the ordinary was going on and decided to go to France accompanied by his clueless sidekick Captain Hastings. Upon arrival they realized that they were late as the body of the millionaire stabbed in black with a knife was found on the links (see the title). Thus began a typical Agatha Christie mystery: full of twists, complications, and clues that could not be put together. Poirot was busy trying to make heads and tails while Hastings was equally busy being melodramatic, stupid, and falling in love with all the pretty girls they came across. This book was my first time I read Agatha Christie mystery (obviously it was also my first time I met Poirot). For my it came as a revelation that is was possible to write an insanely complicated puzzle while keeping all the clues in the open for readers to try to follow Poirot reasoning. I stumbled upon it in the worst possible time: I was preparing for an important final exam. As a result I almost failed it: there could be no way I did any studying until I discover whodunit. Needless to say I instantly set Agatha Christie at the top of the best mystery writers ever and she still occupies this spot many years later. She wrote some stinkers, but at her best she was practically unrivaled. Before I started my reread I thought I would give the book five stars, but I had to give four. The biggest problem for me was Hastings. To put is in simple terms, the guy is imbecile. Luckily he is absent from the most books of the series. Some minor annoyances added up as well. Still the mystery is top-notch and in case you have any interest at all in mysteries, of just tough puzzles you owe it to yourself to read it, especially now that the book is out of copyright and it - along with the first Poirot story - can be downloaded for free from places like Project Gutenberg. P.S. I keep using images of David Suchet playing Poirot because I think his performance was brilliant.

  7. 5 out of 5

    Brina

    Women’s history month is fast approaching, and I could not resist to start my annual reading women authors in March a few days early. Between denser reads I enjoy reading mysteries as a palette cleanser. This keeps my brain sharp and keeps me from falling into a reading rut. I find almost no better way to honor women’s history month than to read the Queen of Crime, Agatha Christie. Nearly every mystery writer of today can trace their influences back to Dame Christie, and each of her cases adds a Women’s history month is fast approaching, and I could not resist to start my annual reading women authors in March a few days early. Between denser reads I enjoy reading mysteries as a palette cleanser. This keeps my brain sharp and keeps me from falling into a reading rut. I find almost no better way to honor women’s history month than to read the Queen of Crime, Agatha Christie. Nearly every mystery writer of today can trace their influences back to Dame Christie, and each of her cases adds a new layer of intrigue. I have enjoyed cases featuring the Belgian detective Hercule Poirot for years and decided to fill in the gaps with Murder on the Links, an earlier case of Poirot’s I previously overlooked. Fresh of his case at Styles, Poirot and his assistant Captain Hastings are summoned to Merlinville, France, a seaside town, by Monsieur Renauld as he fears that his life is in danger. By the time he arrives at Renauld’s Villa Genevieve, he has been murdered. Rather than protecting his client, Poirot assists in investigating his murder. Even in his earlier cases, younger detectives refer to Poirot as a fossil, a has been whose methods are antiquated. In this case, we meet local detective Giraud, a go get them type who claims to know whodunit, how, and why from the get go. Giraud exhibits charisma and pizazz as a modern detective, leading Hastings to question his mentor’s methodology. A retired Belgian detective who runs a private investigator firm in London, Poirot often appears lost in thought, yet his little gray cells are hard at work throughout the duration of a case in order to bring the true criminal to justice. At first glance, it appears that Monsieur Renauld’s son Jack murdered his father over anger of being cut out of his will. Should both parents somehow die, he would stand to inherit a vast fortune. Two women have fallen for Jack, and it is unclear at first whether either of these women are in love with Jack or with his money. Poirot figures it out immediately and has to piece together clues. Giraud on the other hand sees things in black and white and leads Captain Hastings down a trail of false clues. Complicating the matter is that Hastings has also fallen in love with a pretty young girl who calls herself Cinderella. Poirot warns his protege of falling in love for the wrong reasons as the presence of a woman who cloud his judgement of a case, a judgement that is already fuzzy due to the presence of pseudo detective Giraud. As a result, Poirot and Hastings are at odds for most of this case as Poirot races to solve it before the French convict the wrong person. As with many of her cases, Christie leads readers down a multi layered trail that evolves as Poirot cracks the case. Here, the murder occurs on a golf course in what Poirot calls a “bunk-air”, yet golf links has a double entendre, linking the Renauld case to one that occurred twenty years in the past. No one is who they seem to everyone except Poirot as he has been solving crime for decades and has a lifetime of detecting experience to compare to his current employment. Hastings lack of use of his little gray cells is apparent throughout as Poirot urges him to think things through rather than to leap to the first conclusion that comes to him. As this is the first mention of Hastings in the Poirot series, it is clear that Christie has meant for be an able sidekick; however, he is more the type to solve things by accident, allowing for Poirot to do the more serious detecting. Even from these earliest of cases, Christie reveals that Poirot does not overlook even the minutest of details as he sees the case to its conclusion. In his words, a clue of two inches is just as important as one of two feet, putting the framework in place for Poirot to be known as one of the greatest detectives in literary history. It is hard to believe that Agatha Christie published her earliest cases nearly one hundred years ago. Her first cases were written in the early 1920s and have stood the test of time as Hercule Poirot and his mustache have endured as among the most recognizable literary profiles. I did utilize my little gray cells and avoid a reading rut as I read along to discover whodunit. It is always fun to read an Agatha Christie murder mystery, and it is far from my last journey with her. As such, women’s history month has commenced and I am excited for the reading adventures the month has in store for me. 4 stars

  8. 5 out of 5

    Simona Bartolotta

    This plot is so complicated that I lost count of the number of times I lost count of its coups de théâtre. So layered! At one point, when a first (second? Told you I lost count) solution is offered, Poirot says, “This is not a crime well ordered and regular, such as a detective delights in. [...] ah, indeed, what order or method is there in that?” and I pretty much agreed with him. I was appalled. I disliked that solution so much, it made so little sense, that I thought it was the worst of all of This plot is so complicated that I lost count of the number of times I lost count of its coups de théâtre. So layered! At one point, when a first (second? Told you I lost count) solution is offered, Poirot says, “This is not a crime well ordered and regular, such as a detective delights in. [...] ah, indeed, what order or method is there in that?” and I pretty much agreed with him. I was appalled. I disliked that solution so much, it made so little sense, that I thought it was the worst of all of Christie's novel I had ever read -and believe me, they are quite a lot. But then another solution came up, et voilà! I fell in love again. On top of that, I fell in love again in spite of all the sentimentalism the whole story is seasoned with. It may be tough to deal with at times, but I promise it will be worth the effort: “Take it from Papa Poirot!” PS Hastings needs to disappear now. He is such a moron I can't even. I find so much easier to enjoy the novels where he is simply a minor character rather than the sole narrator -and, between you and me, if you haven't read Poirot yet and you're trying to choose where to begin, my suggestion is to start from a novel of the former type *cough* Murder on the Orient Express *cough cough*.

  9. 4 out of 5

    Luffy

    I was much more impressed by this one when I first read it in my impressionable teenage self 25 years ago. Did this translation of Murder on the Links pass muster on any level? For one, I really appreciated the character of Giraud. He was the main source of delight in the entire book. The latter, however, was too romantic in its structure. Hastings gets the girl, Poirot gets the plaudits and pockets 500 francs, and Jack Renauld, a character of solely this book, gets his love and inherits millions. I was much more impressed by this one when I first read it in my impressionable teenage self 25 years ago. Did this translation of Murder on the Links pass muster on any level? For one, I really appreciated the character of Giraud. He was the main source of delight in the entire book. The latter, however, was too romantic in its structure. Hastings gets the girl, Poirot gets the plaudits and pockets 500 francs, and Jack Renauld, a character of solely this book, gets his love and inherits millions. But it's all for naught. The mystery was not consummate in its artistic rendering.

  10. 4 out of 5

    Janete

    Great! I couldn't stop reading it! I read this in just one session! I didn't want to leave it for the next day. An intricate and complex plot, but one that isn't confusing. One of the best Agatha Christie books I've read in all my life. It was a pleasant surprise for me.

  11. 4 out of 5

    Lawyer

    The Murder on the Links: A Retrospective It was almost fifty years ago I read my first Agatha Christie novel. I was fourteen. I bought it at a middle school book fair. It was an Hercule Poirot mystery, The Big Four, a Dell paperback that sold for $.45. A bargain at the price. My First Poirot Through the coming years I read all of the Poirot novels. A few of the Miss Marples. Miss Marple just didn't grab me as Poirot and his friend Hastings did. As far as Tommy and Tuppence, well, I could do The Murder on the Links: A Retrospective It was almost fifty years ago I read my first Agatha Christie novel. I was fourteen. I bought it at a middle school book fair. It was an Hercule Poirot mystery, The Big Four, a Dell paperback that sold for $.45. A bargain at the price. My First Poirot Through the coming years I read all of the Poirot novels. A few of the Miss Marples. Miss Marple just didn't grab me as Poirot and his friend Hastings did. As far as Tommy and Tuppence, well, I could do without them. The stand alones did nothing for me, other than And Then There Were None, The Mousetrap: A Play, and The Witness for the Prosecution and Other Stories which I considered an absolute masterpiece. Christie first wrote this as a short story, then the play, which became the blockbuster movie In retrospect, I probably didn't get all of the nuances of Dame Christie's work at age fourteen. Poirot's use of French phrases drove me to distraction. Of course, in 1965, there was no thing as Google Translate. However, I doggedly followed Poirot's cases, understanding more and more as I grew a little older and a little wiser. I had a pleasant surprise yesterday. Walking into a chain bookstore in Papamoa, New Zealand, I perused the bargain table and found a stack of Harper Collins 125th Anniversary Reprints of Hercule Poirot novels. Among them was The Murder on the Links published in 2015. With a price tag of Three for 25 NZ$, the lure to recapture a bit of my youth was too much to refuse. I bought all the early Poirots, leaving those written after the 1950s on the table. Within a day I devoured The Murder on the Links. In reading it so many years after I had first encountered it I found I still possessed the same love for the curious little man originally driven from his native Belgium by the Great War. And, once again I was drawn to Poirot's relationship with Hastings, Captain Hastings, invalided out of the war after the Battle of the Somme. Theirs is a friendship based on true regard for one another. There is also a paternalistic attitude Poirot has toward the much younger Hastings. It is not unusual that in the course of events Poirot tells Hastings to "Trust Papa Poirot." You gotta love it. Then there is the undeniable comparison of Poirot and Hastings to Holmes and Watson although Poirot and Holmes are detectives of decidedly different natures. Alas, Hastings possesses Watson's same inability to ever stay even with his companion when the game is afoot. Hastings describes Poirot: An extraordinary little man. Height five feet four inches, egg shaped head carried a little to one side, eyes that shone green when he was excited, stiff military moustache. Air of dignity immense! He was neat and dandified in appearance. For neatness of any kind he had a passion. Of Poirot's method, Hastings tell us this: He had a certain disdain for tangible evidence such as footprints and cigarette ash, and would maintain, by themselves, they would never enable a detective to solve a crime. Then he would tap his egg-shaped head with absurd complacency, and remark with great satisfaction: 'The true work, it is done from within. The little grey cells--remember always the little grey cells, mon ami. Originally published in 1923, this is the second appearance of Poirot in novel form. Dame Christie introduced him in The Mysterious Affair at Styles published in 1920 to great success. In this novel Poirot is summoned to France at the urgent request of Monsieur P.T. Reynaud. However, Poirot and Hastings arrive too late, finding that Reynaud has been murdered, stabbed in the back and turned into a shallow grave on golfing links under construction. Mrs. Reynaud tells of having been bound hand and foot by two heavily bearded foreigners wearing masks. The case is further complicated when a second body is found on the Reynaud estate. Another man has been murdered apparently with the same weapon which killed Reynaud. Poirot must match wits with Chief Inspector Giraud of Le Surete, an investigator of the new breed, for whom only physical evidence holds the solution to any crime. Giraud, arrogant and rude, calls Poirot an "Old Fossil," provoking the more traditional investigator to wager he will solve the case before Giraud. The stakes are high. An innocent man could be sentenced to death by the guilliotine. It is only a very small spoiler to say that Poirot wins his bet with Giraud. The innocent man is saved. The Murder on the Links illustrates the rules of constructing a mystery which Dame Christie followed. The Detection Club was founded in 1930, Christie being a founding member. The club's ethics were created for the purpose of giving the reader a reasonable chance of solving the mystery. Those ethics include the following: 1. The criminal must be mentioned in the early part of the story, but must not be anyone whose thoughts the reader has been allowed to know. 2. All supernatural or preternatural agencies are ruled out as a matter of course. 3. Not more than one secret room or passage is allowable. 4. No hitherto undiscovered poisons may be used, nor any appliance which will need a long scientific explanation at the end. 5. No accident must ever help the detective, nor must he ever have an unaccountable intuition which proves to be right. 6. The detective himself must not commit the crime. 7. The detective is bound to declare any clues which he may discover. 8. The "sidekick" of the detective, the Watson, must not conceal from the reader any thoughts which pass through his mind: his intelligence must be slightly, but very slightly, below that of the average reader. 9. Twin brothers, and doubles generally, must not appear unless we have been duly prepared for them. 10. No Chinaman must appear in any story. (Yes, at one time, the inscrutable Chinaman was a handy villain in poorly written mystery stories.) Agatha Christie served as President of the Detection Club from 1957-1976. She never wavered from the rules. "The little grey cells. Remember always the little grey cells, mon ami." Dame Agatha Christie during the early cases of Hercule Poirot So with many more years of living behind me than when I first held an Hercule Poirot in my trembling hands, I have returned to the Golden Age of Mystery Writing. It's good to be back. I've obtained the newly revised copy of The Mysterious Affair at Styles. Ah, the first Poirot. It's been a very long time. Indeed.

  12. 5 out of 5

    Dita

    Twisty, turny, complex and convoluted...Christie nails it again!!

  13. 4 out of 5

    Erin

    I have a feeling, that this is going to be a big affair- a long troublesome problem that will not be easy to work out. Originally published in 1923, The Murder on the Links is the second in the popular Hercule Poirot series. Hercule Poirot and Arthur Hastings find themselves in France summoned to speak with a client. However upon their arrival, the client is dead and there 's no shortage of suspects. The true work, it is done from within. The little grey cells-remember always the little grey I have a feeling, that this is going to be a big affair- a long troublesome problem that will not be easy to work out. Originally published in 1923, The Murder on the Links is the second in the popular Hercule Poirot series. Hercule Poirot and Arthur Hastings find themselves in France summoned to speak with a client. However upon their arrival, the client is dead and there 's no shortage of suspects. The true work, it is done from within. The little grey cells-remember always the little grey cells, mon ami. The dynamic duo of Poirot and Hastings definitely have their work cut out for them, but Hastings manages to get off his game because of a pretty face named Cinderella. Luckily, the Belgian detective is patient and always challenging Hastings to get back to the case and not just go along with the French police theories. Arrange your ideas. Be methodical. Be orderly. There is the secret of success. I definitely enjoyed this one and like the first quote implies it was complicated in trying to figure out who exactly was the guilty party. Goodreads review published 06/10/19

  14. 4 out of 5

    Bionic Jean

    The Murder on the Links is an early detective mystery by Agatha Christie. Originally, it had been published as a four-part monthly serial in a magazine between December 1922 and March 1923, under the title of “The Girl with the Anxious Eyes”, before it was issued in book form by The Bodley Head in May 1923. It is the second novel to feature everyone’s favourite Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot: “Height, five feet four inches, egg-shaped head carried a little to one side, eyes that shone green The Murder on the Links is an early detective mystery by Agatha Christie. Originally, it had been published as a four-part monthly serial in a magazine between December 1922 and March 1923, under the title of “The Girl with the Anxious Eyes”, before it was issued in book form by The Bodley Head in May 1923. It is the second novel to feature everyone’s favourite Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot: “Height, five feet four inches, egg-shaped head carried a little to one side, eyes that shone green when he was excited, stiff military moustache, air of dignity immense!” The Murder on the Links could be thought of as “the French one”, as it takes place in northern France. Additionally, the style is “high-flown and fanciful”, as Agatha Christie readily admitted, owing something to “The Phantom of the Opera” author, Gaston Leroux, and even, apparently, the 17th century tragedian, Jean Racine. She had based the book very closely upon a real-life French murder case, and one critic noted that some of the plot twists seemed to have been inspired by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s short story featuring Sherlock Holmes , “The Adventure of the Abbey Grange”. Hercule Poirot’s regular side-kick and amanuensis, Captain Arthur Hastings, is in place, and the setting leaves the field wide open to potentially antagonistic French professionals from the Paris Sûreté. Writing about a talented amateur detective who reasons things out, accompanied by his rather more pedestrian side-kick, are certainly reminiscent of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes mysteries. Contemporary reviewers at the time noted this, and compared the two favourably. Hastings of course plays the same role as Watson in the Sherlock Holmes novels, and Monsieur Giraud, the investigating officer in this novel and a detective of the Paris Sûreté takes the part of Inspector Lestrade. “Two people rarely see the same thing.” To add a little spice to the action, Monsieur Giraud is arrogant, and resents Poirot’s involvement in the investigation, treating him with contempt as his rival. To ameliorate this slightly, we have Monsieur Hautet, who is the examining magistrate, and assistant to Monsieur Giraud. He respects Poirot because of his reputation, and is therefore more helpful. These two are like amplifications of Inspector Lestrade, who has different attitudes towards Holmes at different times, in the Sherlock Holmes novels. Later on we are to meet Lucien Bex, the commissary of police for Merlinville, and Monsieur Marchaud, a police sergeant in his force. Agatha Christie seems to revel in introducing new characters, to complicate matters even further, and this is just one example. None of these police officers is particularly pertinent to the plot, but the interchanges and frictions between Girauld and Poirot makes for most entertaining reading. We also enjoy the frustration experienced by Hastings, who occasionally bursts out with something like: “I neither see nor comprehend. You make all these confounded mysteries, and it’s useless asking you to explain. You always like keeping something up your sleeve to the last minute.” The novel begins with Captain Hastings narrating in an amusing fashion about a train journey in which he meets a young girl. He is clearly attracted to her, yet has ambivalent feelings, as she seems to exemplify all the aspects of modern young women of which he disapproves: “Now I am old-fashioned. A woman, I consider, should be womanly. I have no patience with the modern neurotic girl who jazzes from morning to night, smokes like a chimney, and uses language which would make a billingsgate fishwoman blush!” She leaves without divulging her name, fancifully calling herself “Cinderella”. The “case proper” begins with a message received by Hercule Poirot from a Paul Renauld, who has requested his help urgently. We are treated to an analysis of this letter by Poirot, who considers it deviously written, with a suspect addition, designed to ensure that Poirot would come. Sure enough, he is intrigued, and he and Captain Hastings travel to Paul Renauld’s home, the Villa Genevieve, in Merlinville-sur-Mer. But when they arrive, the local police have beaten them to it. (view spoiler)[ Poirot is aghast to learn that Paul Renauld has been found dead that morning: stabbed in the back with a letter opener and left in a newly dug grave adjacent to a local golf course. His wife, Eloise Renauld, is grief-stricken but self-contained. She tells a story of masked men breaking into the villa at 2 am. She shows them the marks on her wrists where they tied her up, and says they took her husband away with them. Yet later, when she is asked to identify the body, Eloise is clearly overwhelmed afresh, and collapses with genuine grief at seeing her dead husband, which causes Poirot to ponder. (hide spoiler)] We meet Monsieur Giraud of the Sûreté, a confident young man who is leading the police investigation, and watch his pompous efforts to upstage Poirot. Whenever Poirot picks up small details, such as piece of lead piping found near the body, Monsieur Giraud delights in mocking him. Poirot remains calm, although Hastings is most indignant at the way he is being treated. Monsieur Hautet, the examining magistrate, is less resentful, and more inclined to welcome Poirot’s experience, and even to share important information with him. (view spoiler)[ Poirot notes several facts about the case, including an unknown person who visited the day before, whom Renauld had urged to leave immediately. Also, interestingly, Renauld’s immediate neighbour, Madame Daubreuil, had placed 200,000 francs into her bank account over recent weeks. (hide spoiler)] In between the entertaining descriptions of Poirot by Hastings, we are introduced to various people connected with the family. The son, Jack Renauld, is not present, as he had been sent away on a trip by his father, (view spoiler)[possibly after an argument. This leads to him being mistakenly suspected of the murder by Giraud. (hide spoiler)] Jack has an interesting history, which may or may not be significant. He had been born in South America, lived both in that country and in France, and has a complicated romantic life. Paul Renauld’s secretary, Gabriel Stonor, seems keen to be helpful to both the police and Poirot. He had been absent in England at the time of the murder, and suggests his own theory. Because his employer’s past is a complete mystery, prior to his time in South America, Stoner suggests that blackmail may be at the heart of it. Certainly South America seems to keep cropping up in this story. Doctor Durand is the local doctor and police surgeon in Merlinville. There are several servants: the elderly Françoise Arrichet, who was present at the Renauld’s house during the crime, and Léonie and Denise Oulard, two young maids who are sisters, and had also been there. In addition there is the gardener Auguste, who was not present. Other key players are two neighbours, Madame Daubreuil, and her daughter. Hastings is taken immediately with the attractive daughter, Marthe Daubreuil: “By Jove, Poirot,’ I exclaimed, ‘did you see that young goddess?’ ”, yet all Poirot see is that she has “anxious eyes”. (view spoiler)[ Madame Daubreuil is eventually revealed to be a Madame Jeanne Beroldy, who had been involved in plotting the murder of her husband 22 years previously. She had been blackmailing the victim, Paul Renauld, whose identity was also revealed to be an alias. He was Georges Conneau, who, with her connivance, had killed Jeanne Beroldy’s husband, but also escaped justice when caught. Marthe Daubreuil wants to marry Jack, for his money, and this is the motivation for her crime. (hide spoiler)] There are also two theatrical sisters, called Dubeen, who are acrobats, and their theatrical agent, Joseph Aarons. Bella Duveen is much talked about in the novel. (view spoiler)[Jack is in love with Bella, despite having split from her, and now being involved with Marthe Daubreuil. Her twin is Dulcie Duveen, whom Captain Hasting is in love with, and only knows as “Cinderella”. (hide spoiler)] Captain Hastings is teased periodically by Poirot who observes that he seems to fall in love with every young woman he sees. Poirot promises him that “Papa Poirot” will find Hastings a suitable wife. We learn through Hastings’s narration, that this, unsurprisingly, makes Captain Arthur Hastings disinclined to share confidences with Poirot. He attempts to conceal facts about his encounter with Cinderella which he considers irrelevant, but which actually prove to be material to the case. Of course, to our delight, Poirot discovers them anyway. (view spoiler)[ Hastings has unexpectedly met “Cinderella”, once again. She is clearly able to wrap Hastings round her little finger, as she asks him if she may view the scene of the grisly murder. When she pretends to become faint, Hastings gallantly goes to fetch a glass of water, whereupon she then mysteriously absconds with the murder weapon. (hide spoiler)] Meanwhile, Poirot has travelled to Paris to research (view spoiler)[ the Beroldy case. On his return, he is shocked to learn that the body of an unknown man has been found, stabbed through the heart with the murder weapon. Oddly, it becomes evident that the victim, who has the hands of a tramp, died from an epileptic fit, before Renauld’s murder, and had been stabbed after death. (hide spoiler)] We know full well that Poirot and Giraud will disagree about this latest development, and are not disappointed. It is also amusing to watch as Hastings switches between his loyalty to Poirot, and his worry that Poirot is actually making a fool of himself. We, the readers, of course have total faith in the diminutive Belgian detective. Jack has come across as a very suspicious character. (view spoiler)[He admitted to police that he had argued with his father over wishing to marry Madame Daubreuil’s daughter Marthe, whom his parents found unsuitable. Giraud therefore arrests Jack, and sends him to prison, on the basis that he wanted his father’s money. Poirot however, points out that Renauld had changed his will two weeks before his murder, disinheriting Jack. Soon afterwards, Bella Duveen confesses to the murder, hoping to free him. Jack is immediately released from prison. The truth is that both are still in love with each other. When each came across the body on the night of the murder, each had assumed that the other was the killer. However Poirot reveals neither did, as the real killer had been Marthe Daubreuil. (hide spoiler)] During a couple of expositions, which use a whole chapter, Poirot relates the history he has discovered to Hastings, and explains his theory: “Man is an unoriginal animal. Unoriginal within the law in his daily respectable life, equally unoriginal outside the law. If a man commits a crime, any other crime he commits will resemble it closely.” (view spoiler)[Paul Renauld, or Georges Conneau, had changed his name in order to start a new life. He had made a fortune in South America, married, and had a son. He then returned to France to settle down with his new family. By a terrible coincidence, he found that his immediate neighbour would be his erstwhile partner in crime, Madame Beroldy. Just as he had, she too had changed her identity, and was now known as Madame Daubreuil. Madame Daubreuil had made the most of the situation, and proceeded to blackmail Paul Renauld. To make the situation even worse, his son Jack apparently became attracted to her manipulative daughter, Marthe. An opportunity to escape Madame Daubreuil’s clutches had presented itself when a tramp died in the grounds of his home. Paul Renauld had planned to fake his own death. With his wife Eloise’s help, he would stage his own kidnapping at night. He would use the pipe to disfigure the tramp’s body, and then bury both beside the golf course, before fleeing the area by train. To make absolutely sure, anyone who might recognise that the body was not his, (for instance his secretary or his son) was sent away. Then Eloise would be safe in falsely identifying the body as his. Poirot had suspected that Eloise was complicit in the scheme right at the start. He had noticed that she only gave her true reaction to her husband’s death when she saw his body. However, Marthe had overheard Paul and Eloise Renauld discussing the plan, and realised that this would put paid to her own plan to marry Jack for his money. She therefore followed Paul Renauld and stabbed him after he dug the grave for the tramp’s body, before he had retrieved it. Having worked all this out, Poirot asks Eloise to openly disinherit Jack, in order to reveal Marthe as the killer. (hide spoiler)] He does not take anyone into his confidence: not even Hastings, who remains nonplussed by this development — as do we. Poirot had deliberately engineered events to make the killer try something desperate, thereby showing their hand. Sure enough, in an exciting climax, (view spoiler)[Marthe attempts to kill Eloise that night. Poirot had suspected that this might happen, but does not realise that her room has been changed, when Jack leaves her alone in the villa. By a sheer stroke of luck, Cinderella has insisted on going along with Poirot and Hastings, and in an astonishing feat of acrobatic skill and daring, she breaks into the upstairs room from outside, and saves Eloise. The evil Marthe dies in the tussle. At the end, Cinderella reveals herself to Hastings as Dulcie Duveen, Bella’s twin sister, and it is heavily implied that the two will marry. Jack Renauld and his mother, Eloise, plan to go to South America, accompanied by the happy couple. And Marthe’s mother, Madame Daubreuil, neatly manages to disappear yet again. (hide spoiler)] “I had learned, with Poirot, that the less dangerous he looked, the more dangerous he was.” This plot is fiendishly difficult to fathom, and the murderer probably impossible to deduce, although the clues are all there. The story draws us in, with all the bantering one-upmanship between the various detectives, and the appealing subplot of Captain Hastings’s true romance. We feel like giving a cheer when Poirot’s theories are revealed to be the correct ones, and the arrogant sneering Girauld is firmly put in his place: “‘You speak of my manner to you being insulting. Well, once or twice, your manner has annoyed me.’ ‘I am enchanted to hear it,’ said Poirot.” There is an excellent television dramatisation of this novel starring David Suchet, who has recorded all the Poirot stories. Hugh Fraser also regularly stars as Captain Arthur Hastings. Several of the details of the plot are different, but perhaps the most odd change is that the location has been switched to Deauville. If anything, the plot is just a little too complex, but this golden age mystery deserves four stars for its entertainment value. Hercule Poirot was still a new character to the reading public, and one reviewer said he was: “a pleasant contrast to most of his lurid competitors; and one even suspects a touch of satire in him.” This is still what springs to mind for the modern reader, who has the whole oeuvre of Poirot books to choose from. The plots of all Agatha Christie’s novels are ingenious, complex and satisfying, but in addition, these early novels are far more amusing and droll than any she wrote later, when her writing style seemed to become more mechanical. Moreover, by now we are well and truly hooked into reading other stories chronicled by Captain Arthur Hastings, about his friend Hercule Poirot, the diminutive detective who solves case after case purely by using: “the little grey cells, my friend, the little grey cells! They told me.” “Arrange your ideas. Be methodical. Be orderly. There is the secret of success.”

  15. 4 out of 5

    Emma

    Really enjoyed this one! Had no idea about who was the culprit.

  16. 5 out of 5

    Adrian

    Well what can I say, I have just added this to my "favourites" and given it 5 stars, so erm it was good. Ok that was understatement, I really really enjoyed this. Astonishingly I have never read this before, nor do I remember the Suchet TV version, so it was a great experience to read a Poirot not knowing the answers. As always with Christie the characterisation was fantastic. I find it very difficult to believe this was only the 2nd Poirot book as it was so "mature". Poirot was excellent and Well what can I say, I have just added this to my "favourites" and given it 5 stars, so erm it was good. Ok that was understatement, I really really enjoyed this. Astonishingly I have never read this before, nor do I remember the Suchet TV version, so it was a great experience to read a Poirot not knowing the answers. As always with Christie the characterisation was fantastic. I find it very difficult to believe this was only the 2nd Poirot book as it was so "mature". Poirot was excellent and this was probably one of the best assists from Hastings. Once again, a big shout out to Jessica for organising the Poirot challenge.

  17. 5 out of 5

    Susan

    This is the second major case for Poirot, following on from "The Mysterious Affair of Styles". For some reason I had never read this one - perhaps the link with golf put me off when I was younger and beginning to read Christie's novels. However, the link with golf is tenuous and it is, thankfully, hard to imagine Poirot wishing to indulge in sporting activities! The story begins with Hastings meeting a young woman on a train on his way back to London. He barely arrives before Poirot receives a This is the second major case for Poirot, following on from "The Mysterious Affair of Styles". For some reason I had never read this one - perhaps the link with golf put me off when I was younger and beginning to read Christie's novels. However, the link with golf is tenuous and it is, thankfully, hard to imagine Poirot wishing to indulge in sporting activities! The story begins with Hastings meeting a young woman on a train on his way back to London. He barely arrives before Poirot receives a letter calling him to the aid of a millionaire in France, frightened for his life because of a 'secret' he possesses. Poirot, with Hastings, immediately leave England, only to find on arrival that Monsieur Renauld has already been killed and his body found on the golf course next door. There follows a convoluted plot, waiting to be unravelled. There is a tragic widow, a son about to be disinherited, a mysterious neighbour - Madame Daubreuil, and her anxious daughter, and the lovely girl, known only as ‘Cinderella,’ who Hastings meets on the train. The crime reminds Poirot of an earlier case and he sets off in pursuit of the truth, while M. Giraud, a ‘modern’ detective with new methods crawls around looking for clues and sneers at our hero. Although Hastings is impressed by Giraud’s poking around in the shrubbery, we know that the 'little grey cells' are all that is needed. Poirot, of course, comes out the winner and Hastings even gets his girl. This audio book is narrated by Hugh Fraser, who played Captain Hastings in the TV series with David Suchet. His reading is a delight and this is a very enjoyable mystery.

  18. 4 out of 5

    Vikas Singh

    The second book by Christie to feature Poirot we get to know more about him and Hastings. It actually builds up the imagery of Poirot which then the master sleuth carries forward seamlessly in succeeding novels. Interesting plot with lots of twists and turns, finally revealing the murderer least suspected by all. A roller coaster of a novel.

  19. 5 out of 5

    Juli

    The Murder on the Links is the second Hercule Poirot mystery written by Agatha Christie and published in 1923. I'm reading my way through all of Christie's books in publication order. Ever since the summer I turned 9 and found a box set of Poirot novels at a garage sale, Agatha Christie has been my favorite author. I spent that entire summer reading about Poirot's little gray cells and fabulous mustache. :) Been hooked ever since! As I read each Poirot book, I'm hunting up the television version The Murder on the Links is the second Hercule Poirot mystery written by Agatha Christie and published in 1923. I'm reading my way through all of Christie's books in publication order. Ever since the summer I turned 9 and found a box set of Poirot novels at a garage sale, Agatha Christie has been my favorite author. I spent that entire summer reading about Poirot's little gray cells and fabulous mustache. :) Been hooked ever since! As I read each Poirot book, I'm hunting up the television version of the story. David Suchet is magnificent! In The Murder on the Links, Poirot and his sidekick Hastings are on the case again. This time, Poirot receives a letter requesting his help....but his client is already dead by the time he arrives on the scene. Mystery women on trains, bodies buried at a golf course, strange secrets, local police who underestimate Poirot's skills.....this is definitely classic Christie. I listened to the audio book version (Dreamscape Media, LLC) of this novel. Narrated by Charles Armstrong, the unabridged audio is just short of six hours long. I like Armstrong's voice. He reads at a nice pace, giving proper suspense and adding the proper personality and accents to each character. I have significant hearing loss, but was easily able to hear and understand this entire audio book. I did have one problem while listening to this book on audio as I did housework and worked outside. Over the span of almost 100 years, some words lose meanings or fall out of common usage. My husband and son fell into giggle fits or smirks each time the book said something like "I know who the killer is, Poirot ejaculated.'' Sigh. One line that was something like "They stood by and listened as Poirot strongly ejaculated'' caused snorts and hoots at my expense. That one word was used frequently by Christie in this novel....and I had to listen to 50 Shades of Poirot jokes for several days. There were frequent comments about my listening to "cozy porn'' and a whole host of bad jokes. The more I tried to explain that the word also means to exclaim quickly or excitedly, the worse it got. Hopefully, in the next book she chose exclaim, blurt, blab, gush or reveal. :) Moving on! The Man in the Brown Suit is up next ..... Colonel Race, 1924!

  20. 4 out of 5

    Ensiform

    The second Hercule Poirot novel. To explain its plot accurately would take half an hour and a whiteboard, but briefly: the Belgian detective and his aide Hastings are summoned to the house of M. Renauld, a millionaire who fears for his life. They arrive too late, finding him already dead, half-buried in an unfinished golf bunker, supposedly at the hands of bearded foreign thugs, and possibly at the hands of a jilted lover. But Poirot soon unearths not one, but two of the principals are living The second Hercule Poirot novel. To explain its plot accurately would take half an hour and a whiteboard, but briefly: the Belgian detective and his aide Hastings are summoned to the house of M. Renauld, a millionaire who fears for his life. They arrive too late, finding him already dead, half-buried in an unfinished golf bunker, supposedly at the hands of bearded foreign thugs, and possibly at the hands of a jilted lover. But Poirot soon unearths not one, but two of the principals are living under assumed names and have criminal pasts, while the jilted lover may not have belonged to M. Renauld at all, and then another corpse pops up. I enjoyed this book quite a bit, as I did its predecessor; Christie puts so much charm and wit into her tortuous, labyrinthine plots filled with deception and red herrings that the joy they bring makes one forgot the craziness of the coincidences and cover-ups. I did roll my eyes at the depictions of the police other than Poirot; I don’t mind Hastings being a besotted fool (and he certainly is, from first page to last), but when the police dismiss what is obviously evidence such as discarded clothes or the woman who visited the crime scene; or when the doctor fails to realize the most basic of forensic points (that a man was stabbed after death), it makes Poirot’s cleverness merely the rationality of the not-stupid. Still, nit-picking leaches the fun out of the mystery, and it is indeed quite fun.

  21. 5 out of 5

    Lata

    A somewhat sloppy mystery. Lots of running around, despite Poirot saying he doesn't like running around. There are bits of information that are revealed a little late so it was harder to figure this one out. Hastings narrates, and he is totally ruled by his hormones in this story, while Poirot clashes, mildly, with a French detective, who insists there are many clues to be found in ash, matches and other little things. (Seems like a little dig at another famous fictional detective...)

  22. 4 out of 5

    F.R.

    I spent a lot of ‘Murder on the Links’ distinctly worried about Captain Hastings. Firstly, he spends some time seemingly flirting with a younger, French detective, even at points seeming to agree with this interloper that Poirot is past it; then he causes a crime scene to be corrupted; and finally he actually puts himself in opposition to Hercule Poirot. As if he could ever beat his old friend in a battle of wits or a battle of nerves or a battle of anything. In later Poirot novels, Hastings I spent a lot of ‘Murder on the Links’ distinctly worried about Captain Hastings. Firstly, he spends some time seemingly flirting with a younger, French detective, even at points seeming to agree with this interloper that Poirot is past it; then he causes a crime scene to be corrupted; and finally he actually puts himself in opposition to Hercule Poirot. As if he could ever beat his old friend in a battle of wits or a battle of nerves or a battle of anything. In later Poirot novels, Hastings always seems the ultimate loyal and reliable friend. Prone to fall for pretty face, true, but basically a steady gentleman. Here, in his younger days as it were, it appears he was a complete loose cannon. Thank the lord he settled down, or Poirot would have to had to find another Doctor Watson. This early Poirot story still feels fresh now. Later in her career Christie was so sure of her usual tricks and deceptions, that she almost reels them out by rote. ‘Murder on the Links’ however, feels like an author still learning what she can do (and most importantly, what she can get away with) and that gives us a particularly entertaining and surprising mystery. True, the character of Hastings is all over the place, but Poirot is already perfectly realised and – since his creator is still a way off from getting bored of him – is a fantastically brilliant, enigmatic and full of life character to hang a tale of murder and intrigue around.

  23. 5 out of 5

    Veronique

    “Two people rarely see the same thing.” Another enjoyable Christie. This one is quite confusing with a lot of seemingly nonsensical elements. I did get a few clues right (can't help myself trying) but nothing else. This is partly due to the author not sharing all the data. Naturally, once all is revealed and explained, it made perfect sense. Another aspect that was highly entertaining was seeing Poirot compete with the French inspector. Not only was this funny (can't believe Poirot restrained “Two people rarely see the same thing.” Another enjoyable Christie. This one is quite confusing with a lot of seemingly nonsensical elements. I did get a few clues right (can't help myself trying) but nothing else. This is partly due to the author not sharing all the data. Naturally, once all is revealed and explained, it made perfect sense. Another aspect that was highly entertaining was seeing Poirot compete with the French inspector. Not only was this funny (can't believe Poirot restrained himself so much) but I also got the impression that Christie was mocking Sherlock Holmes through this character, who places more importance on ashes than psychology. Captain Hastings provides the narration, in his usual bumbling way, which was perhaps a little more erratic than usual due to his infatuation. The fool! :0)

  24. 4 out of 5

    Erth

    Another good read. Much better than the movie.

  25. 4 out of 5

    Lydia

    Wonderful Gosh, Agatha Christie is such a delight to read. And bloody hell that woman knows how to write some twists and turns. I'll admit that Captain Hastings insta-love storyline isn't my thing, but we'll forgive it all because Christie and Poirot are wonderful. Wonderful ♥ Gosh, Agatha Christie is such a delight to read. And bloody hell that woman knows how to write some twists and turns. I'll admit that Captain Hastings insta-love storyline isn't my thing, but we'll forgive it all because Christie and Poirot are wonderful.

  26. 5 out of 5

    Cyndi

    This is the book where Col. Hastings meets the future Mrs. Hastings. At least that’s what Wikipedia said. I had my doubts, though. He seemed to be lusting after every pretty young girl. Anyway, a body is found on the golf course and it’s up to Poirot to find the killer.

  27. 5 out of 5

    Katie Lumsden

    Really enjoyed this one. A good fun Poriot with excellent characters and a clever plot.

  28. 5 out of 5

    David Schaafsma

    The second Hercule Poirot novel, published in 1923. 40 more to go! This one has a tad lower rating on Goodreads than most of the others, and I had a hard time getting into it, but on the whole I really liked it, about a 3.5. Poirot burst onto the literary crime scene almost fully realized, in what was her third published book! He's a great character, with a distinct and interesting personality, an elderly Belgian detective with a flair for logic and simplicity and "exercising the grey cells" in The second Hercule Poirot novel, published in 1923. 40 more to go! This one has a tad lower rating on Goodreads than most of the others, and I had a hard time getting into it, but on the whole I really liked it, about a 3.5. Poirot burst onto the literary crime scene almost fully realized, in what was her third published book! He's a great character, with a distinct and interesting personality, an elderly Belgian detective with a flair for logic and simplicity and "exercising the grey cells" in order to solve his crimes. The plot is full of twists and turns Christie was just learning how to lay down, but this turned out much better than I expected from the slowish opening pages. The real drawback in this and also the first book and what I am told are five more of the 42 Poirot books (sigh), is that it is narrated by Hastings, a bumbling idiot of a young companion who neither respects nor is respected by his Belgian detective "friend." Hastings narrates the tale, but is clueless throughout about what is going on, admiring another (also clueless) competing detective named Giraud who is also "on the case," exposes a crime scene to a woman he "falls in love" with after roughly an hour of talking with her, and berates Poirot throughout his narration for not knowing what is going on. We know Hastings is wrong because we can see even that Poirot withholds what he knows from Hastings and everyone else until he needs to reveal information, all tumbling out at the very end, of course. I guess having a bumbling narrator has amusing possibilities, but he is mostly annoying. Christie somewhat ruefully explained that her early stories were shaped by her admiration for Doyle's Sherlock Holmes stories, featuring a relatively clueless sidekick (Watson) and clueless detectives. It took her a while to get rid of these flaws, she said. Still, setting aside Hastings and his irritating love-at-first -sight mistakes throughout, Poirot and Christie come off like aces. This will not be the best of her tales, of course, but it is still elaborately plotted and entertaining. I liked the big bang finish quite a bit!

  29. 4 out of 5

    C.

    My third foray, Agatha's third novel read in order, is immediately engaging. A part of me hesitates with English oldies, worried they'll be boring like Shakespeare-esque dialogue. When I roll up my sleeves and simply read, the suspicion is for not. I am impressed by the talent for captivation, that rises above the antiquity of years. My second visit with John Hastings & Hercule Poirot is a pleasure in France, an outlet for Hercule to elaborate in French, which I speak. A family man and My third foray, Agatha's third novel read in order, is immediately engaging. A part of me hesitates with English oldies, worried they'll be boring like Shakespeare-esque dialogue. When I roll up my sleeves and simply read, the suspicion is for not. I am impressed by the talent for captivation, that rises above the antiquity of years. My second visit with John Hastings & Hercule Poirot is a pleasure in France, an outlet for Hercule to elaborate in French, which I speak. A family man and stranger are dead at the man’s villa, bordering a golf course (called ‘links’). Everyone from his wife, son, son’s girlfriend, a starlet, and neighbouring villa owner are suspect. The history of two people goes far into the past and readers aren’t privy to solving these layers. Rather than play along, it is for us to be entertained by stories being told to us. The more recent occurrences are at our disposal and it really is educational when Hercule prods John to walk through on his own and truly learn deduction from the master. I believe Agatha poked fun at Arthur Conan Doyle’s character. I’m glad I’m conscious of the digs because they’re the funniest parts of the novel. Sherlock Holmes famously used a magnifying glass, measured footprints, laid on carpet gathering all manner of clues. I could think of nothing else when Hercule laughed at this technique, declaring that people who do this are abasing to a dog’s level and doing the grunt work of a fox! I love that truly-skilled plotters concoct conundrums with enough moving parts to piece together, trace, and endeavour to figure out. Even among the last ten pages of “Murder On The Links”, there are so many twists and turns, it might as well be a country road! Fait accomplit.

  30. 5 out of 5

    Nandakishore Varma

    The plot is extremely convoluted - but becomes clear once Poirot explains the key element. Then everything falls into place with such rapidity that we kick ourselves for having been as dense as Hastings (well, that's a bit too much - I have never seen a Watson so naive as him). And there's something else that's special to this novel - but that'd be telling.

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