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First there were ten—a curious assortment of strangers summoned as weekend guests to a little private island off the coast of Devon Their host an eccentric millionaire unknown to all of them is nowhere to be found All that the guests have in common is a wicked past they're unwilling to reveal—and a secret that will seal their fate For each has been marked for murder A famous nursery rhyme is framed and hung in every room of the mansionTen little boys went out to dine One choked his little self and then there were nine Nine little boys sat up very late One overslept himself and then there were eight Eight little boys traveling in Devon One said he'd stay there then there were seven Seven little boys chopping up sticks One chopped himself in half and then there were six Six little boys playing with a hive A bumblebee stung one and then there were five Five little boys going in for law One got in Chancery and then there were four Four little boys going out to sea A red herring swallowed one and then there were three Three little boys walking in the zoo A big bear hugged one and then there were two Two little boys sitting in the sun One got frizzled up and then there was one One little boy left all alone He went out and hanged himself and then there were noneWhen they realize that murders are occurring as described in the rhyme terror mounts One by one they fall prey Before the weekend is out there will be none Who has choreographed this dastardly scheme? And who will be left to tell the tale? Only the dead are above suspicion


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    There is scarcely any comfort to be found in this book only an ancient arcane horror The story is a vast underwater cavern where nothing flows and nothing ebbs and all is as dark and still as the grave Even my most harrowing nightmares would have never conjured such a soul fearing tale And Then There Were None was uncomfortable as it lodged itself in the darkest corner of my mind The questions it asks and the implications it conceals are still twining up my legs like a barbed vine I liked this book—but it honestly isn’t an experience I’m keen on revisiting So what’s this book about? In And Then There Were None’s nightmarish tableau ten people are summoned as house guests to a remote island by a Mr and Mrs UN Owen The guests assembled trade stiff dialogue over dinner and cocktails while musing about the celebrity of the island and puzzling about their hosts’ tardinessThe whimsy of the moment however ebbs away when a disembodied message blaring from a gramophone tallies in vivid and mordant detail their unpunished crimes The house occupants’ astonishment quickly turns to horror—their faces wheeling from the shallows to the depths of terror when shortly after they all embark on the ghastly business of being murdered one by one per the instructions of a horrid nursery rhymeMemories of their misdeeds which used to be a distant and blurry thing suddenly come into a sharp lurid focus Death runs rampant with his bloody scythe on Soldier Island Each creak and groan is a hunter stalking them each flutter of wind its breath close against their necks This is their sentence coming to retrieve them “Be sure thy sin will find thee out” Agatha Christie an extraordinarily good writer digs with bright horrible relish into an exhilarating unsettling and ingeniously constructed story that relentlessly yanks the brain as it pitilessly disorients the heart She plays the reader with the delicacy and finesse of an expert angler and doesn’t allow you a moment to dig in your heels and stop where you were just for a while just long enough to get a better idea of what’s ahead The experience of reading this book is akin to walking through a nightmare I could not orient myself did not know north from south My heart was a fistful of thunder my mind a whirl pool of possibilities—each terrible than the last The not knowing was like a splinter in my mind And as I was tracing the implications of every new revelation my small sickly faith was erodingAnd Then There Were None is not a light read—it is in fact unrelentingly harrowing The hermetic creepy atmosphere of Soldier Island makes a thriving black petri dish of foreboding and distortion And as each of the characters' haunting pasts come to light and as their secrets swell to bursting the book becomes and page turning But what appears to be a thriller is something far perilous Christie imbues the story with a well observed psychological depth that holds its own fascination The surface of course is arresting but the harder you think the further you go and it keeps on getting productive The mind is an imperfect engine that does what it will with the information it receives But what happens when fear true fear takes hold of it and scours out all else? When it becomes fractured and wild crowded with the images of your most torturous evils? What happens when your flimsy attempts at exonerating yourself and asserting some kind of spurious decency no longer stand up under the glaring attacks of guilt? Each of the ten guests is a mirror from which there’s no escape reflecting their monstrosity back at each other And this book is in many senses an invitation to take a long hard look at one’s own self in the mirror It is also a forensic examination of remorse—the kind that is sharp enough to slice a man off his shadows The truth of it eventually draws blood and when it does it isn’t a clean cut The truth of it hurts jagged “Crime is terribly revealing Try and vary your methods as you will your tastes your habits your attitude of mind and your soul is revealed by your actions” This is further a portrait of a psychopath whose beguiling trappings conceal a being watchful capricious and heartless They are the author of this horrendous drama—a madman of the most blatant kind who suffers an unconquerable confederation of self righteousness and depravity But what is most frightening is not the depth of their evil but how cold it runs Are humans really capable of being this infatuated with the blood and groaning of the theatrics of murder? None of these characters are of course the kind of people you want to roll the red carpet for but does anyone really deserve this? The questions this book asks are grim and land too hard to catch but it doesn't make this book’s dizzying journey less than worthwhileIf there's a flaw running through And Then There Were None it's that Christie maintains a respectful distance from her characters and at times that distance runs toward dryness I think a bit poison in the pen would have helped in drawing out the characters some of whom don’t entirely step into the page before y'know they start dropping like fliesOverall however And Then There Were None is a highly readable murder mystery and a provocative pitch black psychological thriller that will be hard to forgetBLOG | TWITTER | INSTAGRAM | TUMBLR