#45: Nemesis is long delayed sometimes, but it comes in the end.
Eventually, the vagueness becomes a problem; the "what do we do now?" portion of the proceedings extends too long, and when the trip fetches up into Rich Friend's apparent intended destination, the narrative kind of bogs down, as the locale is unintriguing. Meanwhile, keeping track of the twenty or so different tour members is kind of a pain, and I passed much of the beginning-middle section in a miasma, unaware of what was really going on. Matters eventually fall into focus, but while the mystery's not disrespectable, it's a little too easy to figure out what's going on - though modern readers might have an easier time of it than ones contemporary to the novel's 1970 release date. There is a strong scene where Marple, frail and in bed, proves more than the equal of a hale and murderous opponent through sheer inner strength - but there're also bits I gather are de rigeur for late Christie (Hallowe'en Party had them, too) where the author through character surrogates laments on the leniency we have toward criminals ever since that pesky psychology came into the judicial system, or how "girls...are far more ready to be raped nowadays than they used to be". Dammit, Agatha. Nemesis ain't horrible overall (despite the presence of above horrible comments), and one of the paperback covers provided me with a nice icon, but there're better stops you can make on your own Christie tour.