I estimate there are 60,000 words in this fast-moving whodunit by Agatha Christie.
Our bodies will be a mystery to us till we wriggle or even writhe away from them. Somehow we are and are not our bodies.
Part of the fascination in bygone days of watching executions was the strange sensation of seeing life pass into lifelessness. Whodunits fascinate us for they present snapshots of people’s lives and snapshots of motives for murder. We all fear being murdered. We know it to be a possibility. In some ways whodunits act as antennas of knowledge giving us insights into why others may hate us and in some cases to what lengths they may go to rid our bodies of animation and of speech.