Title: Elephants Can Remember
Author: Agatha Christie
Page Count/Review Word Count: 248
This is definitely one of Christie’s more forgettable books, at least for me. The mystery was pretty unsatisfying and while I didn’t quite solve it, I had a pretty close guess as to the solution early on. I also knew that it was going to be unnecessarily convoluted, which it was.
Perhaps part of the reason why I didn’t enjoy this one so much is the fact that it was a later Poirot book when I feel like she was running out of ideas. It reads as though she’s running out of ideas, and while there are bits here and there that redeem it, it’s still not the best. The only real saving grace was that Ariadne Oliver was here, who I think I enjoy as a character more than I enjoy Poirot himself. Although let’s face it, Miss Marple is better than both of them anyway, even if she is a bit of an old pussy.
I just didn’t really engage with this book, which is kind of a shame. I didn’t really care for the characters and like I said, I had a pretty good guess as to the solution early on. That was then solidified when Christie worked in a reference to Sherlock Holmes and the dog in the night-time, which was one of the highlights here.
All in all, it was just okay.