Well, that didn’t work out.
When I began working my way through the Hercule Poirot series, Black Coffee was added to the list just like any others that were indicated as part of the series. When I pulled it out to read in November, I realized that it wasn’t like the other books. While Agatha Christie’s name is at the top in big, bold letters, you can see in the small print that it was “adapted as a novel by Charles Osborne”. Christie wrote a play and after Christie’s death, her estate allowed Osborne to adapt it into a novel. I have to say that this is a pet peeve of mine – I despise using a famous author’s name to sell a book that wasn’t truly written by them. And, I wish I wasn’t a completer (defined as someone who must finish all of a series no matter what).
Black Coffee, the novel, is not good. It is an amateur’s attempt to write like a legend and – HER. ESTATE. ALLOWED. IT. I know this word is overused but, truly, shame.
This is only getting the 2nd star because the story (imagined by Christie) is a good one. It’s the execution that suffers.