Short and sweet here. Loved this book when I first read it all those many, many years ago when I was in seventh grade. Loved it again this time around.
Annie and I are doing a unit on plays this quarter. We actually read the play "Ten Little Indians" first. And I decided it would be worthwhile to then read the novel, so Annie could get a feel for the differences. This was the first of Christie's novels for which Christie herself wrote the stage version. She had been disappointed in some attempts that had been made by others in turning some of her other novels into plays, feeling that they had tried to stick too closely to the original novel. I found that rather interesting, always assuming that authors would not want their novels "messed with." But of course, Christie was far smarter than I am, and she realized that what works in a book, won't necessarily work on a stage. So while the basic story is similar in both the novel and the play, there are definitely major differences as well. And she brilliantly pulled off both versions.
In the unlikely event that someone doesn't know the basic gist of the story, ten people are "lured" to an island under false pretenses. Each is then accused of committing a murder in their past, and judgment falls upon them one by one.
If pressed, I suppose I would say I enjoyed the novel a bit more. For what is probably the obvious reason...there is simply more depth in the novel. And I do admit, too, that I'm just not as practiced at reading plays.
There is one thing that makes me uncomfortable. There is definitely a pervading racism displayed. And yes, I realize that it is a reflection of the times when it was written. But somehow that fact can never quite take away the sadness it still brings.
For more thoughts:
*Joy at Thoughts of Joy
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