The thirty-sixth book I read in 2018 was Ordeal by Innocence by Agatha Christie. Amazon is doing a series of it (apparently with a different murderer), so I thought I'd see what the original was like before perhaps looking into the (much more action-packed, judging by the trailer) update.
In one sense, I enjoyed this book a bit more than the other Christie books I've read. It was definitely a page-turner as I was curious about the solution to the crime. But the most awful biases against adoption are on display in this book! From statements by a character presented as a well-meaning authority that Rachel Argyle wasn't "really" her children's mother though he'll call her that for convenience's sake to the eugenicist assertion that you can never really trust adopted children because their genetic inheritance could rear its criminal or mentally-deficient head when you least expect it (hello, Rachel Lynde), Christie makes it clear that adoption is, in her view, a foolish and selfish act. There's a very upper-crust attitude that, yes, well, it's certainly sad that poor children are hungry and ill-educated, but you just have to nature take its course; you'll only make it worse by intervening, like trying to return a baby bird to the nest.
Tied to that is an equally offensive view of women. The same kindly family doctor who offers the proviso that he calls Rachel Argyle the children's mother only as a convenient shorthand compares human women to cats in heat, driven to marriage out of a biological desire for children. Women apparently fall into two groups, those who want children and those who want men, and never the twain shall meet.
As a mystery, I suppose the solution works. I did suspect the correct culprit before the end, thanks again to Christie's condescending attitude toward a certain type of woman. There are at least two or three other suspects with a compelling motive, which, I suppose, encourages Amazon to tinker. Make it like the movie "Clue," with a different solution for each season?
The romance is tacked on and, again, border-line offensive. You can feel Christie pushing the characters together early on, but they seem like such an inappropriate match that I wasn't sure she was actually going through with it. I guess it's not a happy ending without a wedding? Given the proclivities for which Jacko is universally condemned, the double standard is glaring.
Speaking of happy endings, I suppose Christie is the ur-text for the "I've gathered you all here today to reveal the identity of the murderer" ending, but it only works because her murderers are all so polite and proper, having contractually agreed to going away quietly after the summation. The amateur detective in this case doesn't even inform anyone of the result of his investigations or have police back-up on hand. Given that the murderer has already killed again to maintain secrecy, the assembly was remarkably lucky that they didn't all go down in a spray of bullets or an explosion. I can't imagine that Amazon's culprit will be such a good sport.
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