Before I say anything about this particular Christie novel, let me say this: Hercule Poirot is one of the best and the greatest fictional detectives to have ever been created, right there beside Sherlock Holmes. While Holmes sometimes seems inhuman, Poirot has enough bouts of humanity for the reader to identify with. The little Belgian detective with an egg-shaped head has quite a soft spot in my heart. And I couldn’t bear to see him dissed. Ever.
I responded to a call for reviewers for author Mark Draycott’s book, Chasing Shadows, the first in the DCI Morgan series. I found the premise very intriguing and reached out, wanting to review it for my blog. And here I am, doing exactly that.
I am a HUGE Agatha Christie fan. I don’t have to say it but her style of writing is unparalleled. There has been no one in history so far who has been able to build mysteries and solve them as well as she has been able to. And to think that she did this with an array of eccentric detectives? It’s something that places her out of reach of any limit. Indeed, she is as limitless as limitless can get.
Even with his other works, Sharath Komarraju showed that he knows how to bring the right balance to the story. Now, with his latest murder mystery, The Tree Bears Witness, he reiterates the hold he has over the language. The Tree Bears Witness is in the same series as his earlier work, The Crows of Agra (which I regret not reading). But the beauty of the author’s writing is that his books can also be read as standalone stories.
Agatha Christie, the Queen of crime thrillers, was an enigma unto herself, one that the world has been enamored with long after she passed from it. In every book she wrote, every story she built, she made sure she put her everything in those words. The Murder of Roger Ackroyd is one such story, the end of which leaves the reader reeling with shock.
The reason I keep going back to read Sharath Komarraju’s books is his exceptional description skills. His words have a knack of transporting you into the scene almost immediately. His wonderful insights into the workings of the mind, especially a woman’s, leave me spellbound. At one place, he says, “She wondered if it was the woman inside her that made her worry so. Did she always have to have something to think about, something to fret and brood over?”