Crankypantsing

Seriously, Agatha?

Seriously, Agatha?

Sweep, sweeping, swept. The curving bits are only marginally better. Was she sleepwriting? Was her editor drunk?

I don’t read Agatha Christie often. The racism, sexism, and classism may be dismissable as typical for her social group at the time, but the older I get, the more appalling they become. But it was $1.99 in the Kindle
store, so I thought, “What the hell?”.

The hell, indeed. It has plenty of our old friends, sexism, racism, and classism, along with some new isms. It also contains some shockingly bad writing.