After the Funeral audiobook

Funerals Are Fatal = After the Funeral (Hercule Poirot #31), Agatha ChristieAfter the Funeral is a work of detective fiction by Agatha Christie and first published in March 1953.The book features the author's Belgian detective Hercule Poirot, but the Murder at the Gallop film adaptation instead featured her amateur sleuth, Miss Marple. A wealthy man dies at home. His relatives gather after his funeral for the reading of his will, during which his sister states that he was murdered. The next day, she herself is found murdered. Poirot is called in to solve the mystery.عنوانهای چاپ شده در ایران: «بعد از تشییع جنازه»؛ «پس از تشییع جنازه»؛ نویسنده: آگاتا (میلر) کریستی؛ تاریخ نخستین خوانش: سال2001میلادیعنوان: بعد از تشییع جنازه؛ نویسنده: آگاتا (میلر) کریستی؛ مترجم رویا سعیدی؛ تهران، نشر کتابهای هرمس؛ سال1379؛ در317ص؛ فروست داستانهای آگاتا کریستی: سری هرکول پوارو شماره سی و یک؛ چاپ دوم سال1384؛ چاپ سوم سال1387، شابک9789647100632؛ موضوع داستانهای کارآگاهی از نویسندگان بریتانیا - سده20معنوان: پس از تشییع جنازه؛ نویسنده: آگاتا (میلر) کریستی؛ مترجم رویا سعیدی؛ تهران، نشر کتابهای هرمس؛ چاپ سوم 1387؛ در317ص؛ فروست داستانهای آگاتا کریستی: سری هرکول پوارو سی و یک؛ شابک9789647100632؛ چاپ دیگر نشر هرمس، نشر کارآگاه، چاپ چهارم سال1390؛ چاپ پنجم سال1393؛ چاپ ششم سال1399؛ شابک9789647100632؛نقل از متن: («پوآرو» با دقت ویژه ای افراد را یک به یک از زیر نگاه خود می‌گذراند؛ نخست نگاهش را به «سوزان» دوخت، که صاف نشسته بود و بشاش و سرحال به ‌نظر می‌رسید؛ سپس نوبت به شوهر «سوزان» رسید، که نزدیک «سوزان» نشسته بود، با چهره ‌ای بی‌حالت، و داشت یک سیم را به دور انگشتانش حلقه می‌کرد؛ نگاه «پوآرو» از روی «گرِگوری» به روی «جرج کراسفیلد» لغزید؛ او داشت درباره حقه ‌بازیهای قماربازان، با «رزاموند» صحبت می‌کرد، و «رزاموند» با بی‌علاقگی و کاملاً بدون فکر می‌گفت: «آه چه جالب! اما چرا؟».؛ نفر بعد «مایکل» بود، با آن نگاههای خسته و در عین حال مطبوع و دلنشین؛ مردی با جذابیتی انکارناپذیر که در آن جمع همتایی نداشت؛ سپس نگاه «پوآرو» به «هلن» خیره شد، که باوقار و اندکی دور از بقیه نشسته بود؛ «تیموتی» نفر بعد بود؛ او در بهترین مبل لم داده بود، و یک بالش اضافی هم در زیر کمرش قرار داشت؛ «مود» در کنار «تیموتی» بود، محکم و مصمم با هیکلی تنومند؛ و آماده خدمت به «تیموتی»؛ آخرین نفر «گیل‌کریست» بود که در خارج از جمع خانواده نشسته بود؛ بلوزی بسیار شیک بر تن داشت، و می‌شد در چهره ‌اش خواند، که از اینکه به آن جمع راه یافته سپاسگزار است؛ «پوآرو» با خود گفت که بزودی «گیل‌کریست» برمی‌خیزد، و بهانه ‌ای می‌آورد، و این جمع خانوادگی را ترک می‌کند، و به اتاق خودش می‌رود؛ «گیل‌کریست» مقام خودش را می‌دانست؛ و این را به طریقی دشوار آموخته بود)؛ پایان نقلنقل نمونه متن دیگر: (میخواستم اسم آن کافه تریا را «نخل زیتون» بگذارم، شترهای کوچکی درست کنم، و صورت غذا را در آنها جای دهم، گاهی، چینی خیلی قشنگی پیدا میشود، معمولا جزو کالاهای مرجوعی، نمیخواستم از آن ظروف سفیدرنگ مسخره، استفاده کنم؛ کافه را در جایی بازمیکردم، که آدمهای درست و حسابی و با نزاکت، به آنجا بیایند.؛ سپس با خود زمزمه کرد: «میزهای چوب بلوط، صندلیهای حصیری، بالشهای راهراه قرمز و سفید») پایان نقل از کتابتاریخ بهنگام رسانی 26/04/1399هجری خورشیدی؛ 02/03/1401هجری خورشیدی؛ ا. شربیانی

Agatha Christie Book Reading ChallengeBOOK 27 :- FEB 20214.5 STARS

This was the March read and part of the Read Christie 2022 challenge.I really enjoyed this mystery! I read it in a couple of days and was trying hard to catch the murderer! Alas, I was wrong.As usual with Christie, there are quite a few characters that become suspects. I did need to take notes of them in the beginning to get a grasp of who was who! I only needed it long enough to get into the story. I love how Christie adds such fun characters and places little clues of misdirection along the way. After a wealthy family member, Richard dies, the family gathers at his Victorian mansion for the executor to read the will. Then Richard's batty sister, Cora announces, "But he was murdered, wasn't he?" Richard's niece, Rosamund perks up hearing this and exclaims, "It might really be rather fun. Having a murder in the family." She gets plenty of raised eyebrows from the family!Poirot enters later in the story because yet another murder happens!Love her storytelling, unforgettable characters, and cleverness. Always a good challenge to solve a Christie mystery (or not in my case)!This is the website if anyone else is interested adding some Christie this year.https://www.agathachristie.com/news/2...

I had fears for this lesser known and ultimately excellent book by Agatha Christie. This French translation was done by Yves Massip, and he did a perfect job of it. The murders in this book were very relevant.The denouement of the plot, was abetted by a concise story. The book is imaginative, daring, original (but not entirely), functional, and elicited an inquisitive mood.This book is criminally(pun intended) underrated. I read that the culprit barely appeared in the book. Wrong. Read for yourselves and find out. There was some humor in the novel, which was a bonus.

Agatha Christie’s #31 Hercule Poirot mystery is the work of a writer that at this point knows her craft so well that she can do it almost in her sleep. And this story has a lot of sleep in it, and dreams. And a couple of funerals. I prefer this original title, After the Funeral, because it speaks to the more serious literary tone of this book (compared to the more comic tone she often seems to be going for, as in the current title, Funerals are Fatal, which isn’t exactly accurate, as you are led to believe that a murder happens at a funeral, which it does not). The tone here in this book is not actually comic but serious, with a touch of madness.In almost all Christie books there are bystanders who suppose that the crime must have been done by a “madman,” and it almost never is true. Poirot is a psychological detective. He operates by getting to know the possible murderers and thinking—using his little grey cells—and proceeding, not through the available evidence, that’s police work, only technical—but through ratiocination, through step-by-step logic as it applies to the study of human nature. So both Poirot and I think Christie also don't feel that "madness" is a central rationale for murder. Or interesting, really. Madmen are random, and thus boringly illogical, not worth the trouble to Christie and Poirot. Oh, we do have our daffy characters here, one possibly quite mad, Timothy, and one pretending to be mad, Greg, but finally those types are always comic relief, distractions. Which is not say madness is irrelevant to this tale, but . . . you won’t get me to tell, I won’t!But back to the point: Poirot operates through logic, and talking to people, through what he calls “the dangers of conversation.” As he says, “if you can induce a person to talk to you for long enough, on any subject whatever, sooner or later they will give themselves away. [Name redacted] did.”One of the features of this tale that finally makes Christie impressive in this particular book and not just ploddingly proficient is that Christie increasingly reveals her love/hate relationship with her little round Belgian, whom she likes to make fun of for his arrogance. No one in this tale, he is disappointed to discover, even has heard of him. She—wickedly—skewers him, as they many refer to him as “Mr. Pontarlier.” His name is his brand, his cache, and they get it wrong! Sacre bleu!And she makes fun of his way of speaking: Poirot: “The time has come to tell you all.”Inspector Morton: “You sound like a young lady in a Victorian melodrama.”And he kind of does, in this tale of all things Victorian! And at this point, dozens of books done, Christie feels forced to write him in this way! Augh! But she both does what she has to do, she makes Poirot come alive, and then she simultaneously satirizes him. Can he actually be to the masses both adorable and annoying? Looks like it.And then Morton can’t resist saying what we as readers are thinking, something Christie perhaps might admit herself about her now close to fiftieth book, which she really does want to finish:“Yes, yes, tell me all! And for the Lord’s sake hurry up and do it!”Which he does, of course, finally. But here again she is making fun of Poirot for his necessarily meticulous (and sometimes admittedly boring, and long) method, which she is compelled to recreate, book after book, so tongue-in-cheek makes fun of herself for being trapped to write him in this way! But then the resolution, the ingenuity of which makes you realize that it is all necessary, and moreover (such a Victorian word!) worth it! So in the end, all is forgiven, we love Poirot after all, and so does Agatha! Which is why she is Dame Christie, and not Detective Nobody! (Spoilers in here, but not THE spoiler, I wouldn’t do that). The facts of the case: Richard Abernethie dies. After the funeral Cora Lasquenet says she thinks it was murder, and for which she is herself murdered. After which Miss Gilchrist, Cora’s companion, who may know the truth about Cora, is taken ill eating a piece of wedding cake laced with arsenic. And after that Mrs. Abernethie, who may know the truth about Cora, is conked on the head, concussed, hospitalized. Will she recover, to reveal the truth?! Oh, have it either way, because we have M. Poirot!But seriously, what do we get for speaking the truth at odd moments? Or are they lies? What do we really know about Cora? Or about anyone?You think as you read that details are just details, but Christie will make you pay attention, again and again, because some mundane details that are shared with us actually do figure in to make this a sort of dazzling resolution, among them: “The visit of an art critic, a smell of oil paint, a picture postcard of Polflexan harbor and finally a bouquet of wax flowers standing on that malachite table. . .” And a telegram with these four words: "Definitely a Vermeer, Guthrie."And the imperfect reflection of people in mirrors. Poirot: “To see ourselves as others see us!” And Victorian stolidity and aesthetics and values and “ladylike” manners being replaced by something rather modern. And a consideration of the nature of madness.And, just randomly, I like this line, from Timothy: “I’ve a soul above corn plasters, Entwhistle.” I didn't know what this meant, no, but it made me smile. But one would hope we all would have souls above corn plasters, oui?Reading along in this book, do you have the temerity to be bored?! You must have patience, mon ami! A bit of advice about method, to which both the Inspector and Poirot ascribe:"You don't want to fluster your bird too soon. But when you do fluster it, you want to fluster it well." And Poirot does, finally. He patiently builds his case, and then flusters the bird well in a final explosion of flustering!I had never heard of Funerals are Fatal, and thought for 200 or so of the 224 pages that this was just another 3 starred book, oh, come on, get it over with, but the ending—gathering together all the relevant motifs—brought it to 4 stars. What did I know? What do I ever know? It’s maybe even better than that, really, compared to any other mysteries being written, but alas, I am getting a little tired of Christie in spite of myself. 30 books! Sacre bleu! Only 9 to go!

Evil is not something superhuman, it's something less than human. 😈Agatha Christie👿

" Moartea este definitivă, nu există nici o viață după moarte. Nici un mort nu se întoarce înapoi pe pământ. Este un vechi adevăr - că orice om are ceva de ascuns. Asta este valabil pentru noi toți."

I couldn't let Dame Agatha's 130th Birthday pass without reading a Poirot - especially as it's also the hundredth anniversary of his first appearance in Christie's debut novel.It was a slight shame that this actually turned out to be a Poirot-lite mystery, though the family drama aspect of following the array of potential suspects actually make for a great whodunit with numerous red herrings.Following the funeral of Richard Abernethie his sister Cora declares that she thinks his death wasn't through natural causes, only to be brutally murdered the next day.Astue Christie readers will look for all the usual clues that is synonymous with her puzzle mystery's, there was a few occasions I thought I'd worked it out.But yet again it's not until Poirot's summing up during the conclusion that everything finally clicked into place.Yet again the queen of crime had fooled me again and shows the longevity of these novels.

I really enjoyed this Poirot story. The sister after the funeral makes the startling statement that of course he was murdered. Then she is murdered. What follows is a classic of misdirection and red herrings. It stumped me even with the clues. Perhaps it was because all of the family were so unlikeable that the murderer is such a surprise.

Unorthodox storyline. Relatively smaller novel in length than other Poirot novels, it all begins when the deceased's sister makes a comment that her brother was murdered. In true Christie style all family members are suspects. Poirot joins and solves the murder. Interesting read.

Ah Poirot, how I enjoy you with your funny egg shaped head, your sleek moustaches and your willingness to embrace the rampant racism present in the average Englishman all in the pursuit of a tricksy murderer. This lovely hardcover facsimile edition has been sitting on my shelf for a while waiting to be read and it's really a very enjoyable Poirot whodunnit.We have a stately home reaching the end of it's life along with the owner, a death swiftly followed by a second and a small cast of eccentric and slightly stereotypical family members. Underlying it is a will, a reasonable amount of money and a statement that murder may have been committed. For in this one we're not even sure if there has been.All very typical Christie and Poirot. Except this book seems more vested in the era than some of the others. Post war Britain, rationing, the fall of an empire, taxation issues and a changing cultural background plant the novel historically and it's richer for it. I found it took a few chapters to really get into but then it sucks you in. Poirot doesn't show up for a while and even when he does he's often in the background, quietly setting people off and observing the outcome. As such we don't get as many of those wonderful character moments he's known for. Still, this one had me guessing and the final resolution was surprising and unexpected, even though a fairly big clue is given to us earlier (for those really paying attention - you'll kick yourself when it's revealed - to date this makes it Agatha 12 : Andy 1).I really enjoyed this one.

The story starts after the funeral of Richard Abernethie, when his scatterbrain sister Cora makes a wild statement: "But he was murdered, wasn't he?" There is no such scandal, and everybody admonishes Cora - but the seed of doubt has been sown. Because the silly Cora has in the past been known to blurt out unwelcome truths.Then, the next day, Cora is bludgeoned to death...-------------------------------------------This is an exquisitely structured novel with plenty of characterisation. As with all of Christie's novels, it uses the classic technique of misdirection, but it would have to be a very astute reader who can spot it. I suggest all Christie fans to reread the novel and marvel at her craft.Five stars, without a doubt.

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Had me guessing until the end. Hugh Fraser does a wonderful job on the audio version.