76, WG64, E75, / NG12, D1, B10, C0, Frz0, NA0

Agatha Christie, Crooked House

An dieses Buch konnte ich mich tatsächlich ganz gut erinnern, obwohl ich es sehr lange nicht wiedergelesen hatte. Oder zumindest wusste ich noch wer den 'Crooked Man' Aristide Leonidas umgebracht hatte. Nach dem gewundenen und schwerfälligem 'Passenger to Frankfurt' war dieses Buch eine echte Erholung.

Murder, you see, is an amateur crime. I'm speaking of course of the kind of murder you have in mind - not gangster stuff. One feels, very often, as though these nice ordinary chaps had been overtaken, as it were, by murder, almost accidentally. They've been in a tight place, or they've wanted something very badly, money or a woman - and they've killed to get it. The brake that operates with most of us doesn't operate with them. (...) But some people, I suspect, remain morally immature. They continue to be aware that murder is wrong, but they do not feel it. I don't think, in my experience, that any murderer has really felt remorse ... And that, perhaps, is the mark of Cain.
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(Agatha Christie, Crooked House, 1949)