It is quite the thing for crime writers to raise their game by adopting one of the golden-age mystery writers to play the role of detective.
Going for broke, Andrew Wilson has recruited Agatha Christie to front for him. More than that, he has borrowed in outline the plot of Christie’s very own Murder In Mesopotamia to underpin his mystery...
While Wilson tempts providence by inviting comparison with the real Agatha Christie, on the evidence of this book he succeeds admirably.
This is the third of Andrew Wilson’s celebratory send-ups of the Christie canon. It is essentially a country-house mystery relocated to Mesopotamia. The killer, suspects and potential victims — entombed by a sandstorm — drink cups of tea and fight for survival until, of course, Agatha, a blushing divorcée of 38, saves the day. Hurrah! There is no reason why this excellent series shouldn’t run till the sun don’t shine.