There are worse ways to spend a few hours. It beats watching TV at least.
A nice short story, but it's narrated by David Suchet, not Hugh Fraser.
This book was so abominable I cannot fathom how Armstrong ever got another book deal. Here's how it goes:
1. Bad guys engineer set-up.
2. Heroine acts like a stupid twit.
3. Hijinx ensue.
4. Repeat steps 1-3 ad nauseam.
I really hated the heroine. I mean full-out hated her, to the point I was rooting for the bad guys to win. I intensely disliked the heroine's teenage ward, to the extent I was arguing with the lead characters to hand the stupid twerp over to the bad guys and good riddance to bad rubbish. The hero was not stupid or annoying, but merely wooden.
If I could give it negative stars, I would.
Well-narrated, but this murder was no mystery at all. I really dislike books peopled by caricatures rather than characters, who do stupid things merely to advance the plot. Ellis Peters is no grand master of crime.
Written in the mid-40s, when Dame Agatha was at her peak, this Colonel Race novel kept me guessing as to many of the characters and their motivations even when I'd figured out roughly whodunnit and why. Robin Bailey's narration is superb, giving each character his or her own unique voice.
I've read the book twice, and been scared or thrilled both times. But listening to Ron McLarty read it is about as thrilling as the narration of a shipping invoice. I recommend everyone to eschew this audiobook.
The narration was better than I was expecting, from the sample offered, and Ngaio Marsh tells a good story in a very literate way. I did guess whodunnit halfway through the novel though, which made me impatient sitting through the rest of it. All in all, though, a good listen.
This is a prime example of a good story ruined by narration. It almost physically hurt to listen to this all the way through. The narrator struggled with so many American accents, and Hercule Poirot sounded German! I agree with others' comments about this one, I'm afraid.
Steel girders are required to suspend one's disbelief for this, the second silliest novel AC ever wrote. (The silliest is The Big Four.) If you come at it from the approach of "it's all in good fun," you'll enjoy yourself. Just don't think too much while you're listening.
A very good Agatha Christie mystery, read by the extremely talented Hugh Fraser. I admit, I've got a bit of a crush on Hugh Fraser.
I sussed out the murderer halfway through the book, and spent the rest of the time cursing the inspector for a stupid dolt.
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