My friend lent me a book about a detective fiction the year that was 2008. A magnificent work by Agatha Christie, published first in UK under the title of Ten Little Niggers. A very tricky puzzle, mind-twisting plot and impeccably planned murders in an isolated island, And Then There Were None is also known for the title Ten Little Indians.
I used to be a fan of gore and morbid books (photos and movies as well) so she thought I might like it—and yes, I did. It was one of the best books I’ve read. In fact, I saved a copy of the rhyme* from which the scheme of the crime was based and the manuscript document written by the brilliant killer stating how he ingeniously conceptualized, planned and did the murder-by-murder carnage.
According to Wikipedia, the novel has been acknowledged for being the world’s best-selling mystery and the seventh most popular book of all time. It has been also adapted into several plays, films and video game.
*Ten Little Indians
(also Ten Little Niggers, Ten Little Soldiers)
Ten little Indian boys went out to dine;
One choked his little self and then there were nine.
Nine little Indian boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself and then there were eight.
Eight little Indian boys traveling in Devon;
One said he’d stay there and then there were seven.
Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.
Six little Indian boys playing with a hive;
A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.
Five little Indian boys going in for law;
One got in Chancery and then there were four.
Four little Indian boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.
Three little Indian boys walking in the Zoo;
A big bear hugged one and then there were two.
Two little Indian boys sitting in the sun;
One got frizzled up and then there was one.
One little Indian boy left all alone;
He went and hanged himself and then there were none.
This post was originally posted in my Facebook timeline on June 24, 2009.