Title: Lord Edgeware Dies
No Thinking Please, We’re American: Thirteen at Dinner
Publication Date: 1933
Detective: Poirot.
Hastings? Yes
Milestones: None to speak of.
Trickiness level: Medium-high
This is Lord Edgeware. And in a very few moments, he will die.
—Poirot (David Suchet), A&E TV promo
Right, so conformity or tidiness or something compelled me to start off with the first Poirot novel, but no way I’m going to keep that up for the duration. The Murder of Roger Ackroyd may be one of the most brilliant mystery novels ever, but it’s almost exclusively for reasons that it would not at all be cricket to discuss open forum. Besides that, we get into stuff like the justly-obscure Murder on the Links, and there are French maidens with heaving bosoms and Hastings falling in love (that these two concepts aren’t simoultaneous should give you some idea of the level of unintentional camp we’re dealing with here), and just…no.
So, on to the fun stuff. I adore Lord Edgeware Dies, I really do. It’s urbane and fast-paced and just generally packed full of all the deliciously over-the-top possibilities of a Roaring-Twenties-themed mystery story, wherein both author and reader can crib directly from Entertainment Weekly – or I suppose it would’ve been The Tatler back then – without guilt. More