Endless Night is a crime novel, written by Agatha Christie. When it was published in 1967 it was received well and she had listed it herself as one of her favorite books. It is unlike most of her many novels. It is narrated by the main character, telling the story from a later time. It moves along almost like an urban fairy tale, but as an interested reader, I had an uneasy feeling about where it would go. What we find out is that the narrator had been hiding the truth. The story becomes unpredictable, dark, and unsettling.
At the end of crime books, we expect for some justice and/or redemption, but this book provides little of either. The narrator descends into a state of confusion, regret, and madness, doomed to an “Endless Night.” The title is from a poem (Auguries of Innocence) by William Blake:
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
Recommended, but this is a somber book. 4.0 out of 5.0 stars
