Ten Little Indians or How I met Agatha Christie
The book was first published in U.K. as Ten Little Niggers. After it came to U.S. someone decided to change it into Ten Little Indians to make it more American. Years later, somebody else realized than none of the titles was intriguing enough and this is how the latest version appears – And Then There Were None.
I read it under the original title when I was 17, and had never imagined that I would love it so much. I wasn’t exactly a big fan of detective books, but this one opened my appetite for everything that means murders, murderers and mysteries.
The first think that caught my attention was the main plot point - the little song for children. I read it before and it seemed completely innocent; I read it after and it turned into a series of lyrics with evil, hidden meanings.
The beginning was a little unrealistic and stodgy for me because I would have never done what the characters did, but after the first murder I entirely forgot about my second thoughts. I focused on all the things that seemed like clues to me, I made a mental list with three potential criminals and when the moment of truth came I found out that... I was wrong. That hurt bad!
Being a little spoiled and stubborn, I had a huge confidence in all my choices. And there is this lady who writes a few books and makes me look stupid. I threw the book away and went to opinions hunting. Fortunately for me, almost all of my friends were book lovers and had read at least one of Christie’s novels. They told me the exactly same thing: that woman wrote every sentence in such a mysterious and thorough way that you will rarely guess the end.
I felt a lot better after hearing these things, my self-esteem increased back and I gave her books another chance. I read about four or five (my intuition was wrong every time, of course) and then I got bored and returned to my beloved romances.
I think Agatha Christie is one of the greatest authors of all the time who worked colossally on writing her novels that will remain in history for many, many years. I’d love to read them all, but I’m afraid I’ll turn into a psycho who sees blood and dead bodies everywhere. I’m kidding, I just can’t picture myself giving up on my favorite authors.
“But no artist, I now realize, can be satisfied with art alone. There is a natural craving for recognition which cannot be gain-said.”
- Agatha Christie, "Ten Little Indians"
Last updated on February 8, 2014
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