Agatha Christie was a genius. Most of her novels are everything you could ask for in a mystery. However, as I’ve stated before, short stories weren’t the best format for her and The Tuesday Club Murders is, I hate to say, a showcase in mediocrity. (And, I guess it doesn’t help that I’m not a fan of Miss Marple either.)
For the first six stories or so, a group of people get together on Tuesday evening for dinner. It’s a motley crew that includes Jane Marple. They decide that they will have dinner each Tuesday and alternate sharing mysteries they’ve experienced so that the others have an opportunity to sift through the facts and solve the case.
The second collection of stories is based at one dinner party where they each share stories with the same goal as above.
This book isn’t bad; it just isn’t very GOOD. I was able to ‘solve’ the cases way too easily in almost every story. Which brings me to my biggest annoyance. There really is nothing very special about Miss Marple that would allow her to be this super sleuth. She just talks about being an expert on human nature because she lives in a small village and is able to watch (i.e. spy on) all of her neighbors. When the dinner party participants start offering their solutions, she sits there and knits and says “ooh” or her cheeks turn slightly pink. Invariably, someone asks her what she thinks and she says, “I was just thinking about so and so in the village and how ‘x’ happened.” This leads her to solve the case each time and the others are all so impressed. Bah…
I will continue to read through the Miss Marple series to see if she starts to grow on me but so far we haven’t had an impressive start to our relationship. 2.5/5 stars.