The second Poirot. I think she overcorrected a bit from the first one. The trader doesn't need to have any special knowledge but they're are one or two too many red herrings. Even that's okay. The most annoying thing us the dynamic between some of the characters, especially the sexes. Hastings purposes marriage to a girl whose name he doesn't even know just because she's pretty. Ditto a couple other characters. ( )

This was my first Hercule Poirot mystery. As with most mysteries, I was clueless and that's why I don't really find them enjoyable. This was was not bad, though, until the last 2 chapters where I was totally lost. 240 pages ( )

The second Poirot book. Another good story and another great showcase of Poirot's methods and abilities (I particularly enjoyed his rivalry with detective Giraud, from the French Sureté, the "human hound"). Hastings is as clueless as in the first book, but at least here he doesn't fancy himself as a detective. As a flaw, the story and clues are a bit too complicated, so it's not always easy to follow them all. ( )

Hercule Poirot receives a letter from Paul Renauld, requesting his urgent assistance in France; however, on Poirot and Hastings' arrival they are informed that their client was murdered early that morning. With M. Giraud from the Paris Sûreté also investigating, Poirot must use his little grey cells to arrive at the solution before the inspector.

This is an early Christie (only the third novel overall, and her second featuring Hercule Poirot), and not one of her best – clearly she was still experimenting with different types of mystery. While the killer is very hard to spot, despite/because of an abundance of (mostly contradictory) clues, unfortunately several question marks remain (How did Marthe Daubreuil gain access to the Renauld house? The front door would have been locked. Where did the second body come from? Renauld's body was kept in the shed and his wife wouldn't have been able to carry the tramp's body there herself. And can someone enlighten me as to the significance of the piece of lead piping Poirot found on the golf course, and insists is a clue in conversation with M. Giraud?).

Elsewhere, the novel clearly shows its age (published in 1923): a couple of the women are rather highly strung and melodramatic, verging on the hysterical, and no one would take a diagnosis of 'brain fever' seriously these days. ( )

Murder on the Links (like most Christie) is smart and satisfying! You can tell this is very early Christie but it is still a very enjoyable story. Murder on the Links was as different from its predecessor as that had been from Styles. It is very French; not just in setting but in tone, Agatha admitted that she had written it in a "high-flown, fanciful" manner. She had also based the book too closely upon a real-life French murder case, which gives the story a kind of non-artistic complexity. Ultimately, this story is about the dark secrets of the French aristocracy and how individuals confuse love and money. Poirot is, as usual, a bit pompous and it is fun to see him go up against Monsieur Giraud of the Sûreté (who leads the police investigation and resents Poirot's involvement). This gives this serious mystery a little air of humor that is much needed.

It is a quite enjoyable Poirot story ( )