Three Act Tragedy

The latest selection by my book club is Three Act Tragedy by Agatha Christie. Apart from a collection of Sherlock Holmes stories that I read while still in high school, I haven’t read many crime stories — or “whodunits” — before. I had friends who were really into this genre, but it never interested me. I was more of a fantasy/sci-fi person back then.

As such, I approached Three Act Tragedy with caution — I figured there would be red herrings all over the place, so I didn’t want to jump the gun and place all my suspicions on anyone too early. Eventually I decided I didn’t want to even try to guess the murderer (the crime in question was murder), and just go along with the story. However, a friend told me that half the fun of whodunits was trying to solve the mystery before the characters do, so I got back on the trail again.

In the end, I did not guess correctly. It was quite a surprise who the culprit was. I was going to try to write this post without spoilers, but I don’t think I can, so please be warned that there will be spoilers

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not broken

I think I’ve come to terms with this enough to blog about it. I mean, it happened last Thursday, and I was pretty ok by last Saturday, so I guess that didn’t take long. If anything, I feel like I’ve been itching to write about this; I just haven’t had time to sit down and go through it properly without a voice at the back of my mind telling me to go to bed already.

(Is it the common mentality of aspiring writers that every life event — good and bad — becomes potential material for a story? I think it’s the same for comedians.) Continue reading