Agatha Christie, The
Moving Finger
Original publication, 1942
© Agatha Christie Mallowan 1942, renewed 1970
Original publication, 1942
© Agatha Christie Mallowan 1942, renewed 1970
The third novel in which Miss Jane Marple appears (also, by
1942, a collection of short stories was in print). It’s a rather strange novel; the narrator
(Jerry; I could not find, in a quick look through the opening chapters find his
last name) and his sister (Joanna) have rented a house in the village of
Lymstock. He’s recovering from crashing
an airplane and she’s keeping him company and caring for him
The first strangeness is this: The book was published in
1942, but is apparently not set during World War II—there is no mention of
it. It’s not made clear what sort of
plane crash occurred—was he a military pilot?
Commercial? Rich and flying more
or less as a hobby? The second
strangeness (as far as I’m concerned) is that he and his sister apparently have
a substantial private income, but virtually no mention is made of it. The third strangeness is that, for all this
is a “Miss Marple” mystery, she does not appear until p. 128 (of 181). And she does nothing that even begins to
approach an investigation. In fact, we
don’t even see her talking much with people about the murders.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. We do discover—on p. 1—that we have an
outbreak of “poison pen” letters; Jerry and Joanna receive one alleging that
they are not really brother and sister, but are living in sin in Lymstock. Joanna tosses it into the fireplace, but
Jerry rescues it, and turns it over to the police. Investigating these things is quite obviously
difficult, but the local police and the Scotland Yard specialist seem to know
what they are doing, but only a little progress is made. As late as Miss Marple’s arrival, there’s
still nothing pointing to anyone in particular.
But things have progressed to an apparent suicide and to murder. And to various emotional entanglements
(including one between Jerry and a young woman in the village—Megan-although,
at least so far as I could tell, that was just stuck in to allow something of a
happy ending to occur).
Miss Marple, of course, explains all at the end. Although, again at least as it seems to me,
she got to the solution without a particularly convincing explanation of how,
or why. But perhaps I expected too much. (I will note that this is not the only Miss
Marple mystery in which her presence occurs quite late in the story. In these cases, Miss Marple, and her
solutions, become something akin to Hitchcock’s Maguffins—in these cases, way
to wrap the book up. They obviously don’t
work well for me.)
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