The Decagon House Murders: Yukito Ayatsuji (Pushkin Vertigo)

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Everyone on the island dies, they were killed for the most cliched reason possible, and the focus shifts to the slow side girl as she yet again watches the Info Dump Monk solve it all for her. As much as I enjoy this book, I admit there is a big fat dead giveaway early in the story al la la out of the seven students, one student had gone up to the island earlier than the rest...you know what that means, right? so it isn't all that hard to guess who is the killer.

Mateo, Alex (October 19, 2021). "North American Anime, Manga Releases, October 17-23". Anime News Network. Archived from the original on October 23, 2021 . Retrieved October 21, 2021. Thorough as always Diana in this review. I’ve never heard of this book and while the premise might be admirable, the homage to And Then There Were None, overall it sounds a bit clunky and unappealing outside of that.The end twist, however, was probably one of the best I have read! I am mad not to have loved everything that led up to it in quite the same way, as the conclusion, with its grand reveal, was utterly ingenious and highly original. I would recommend this book to any thriller reader and classic crime lover, just so they get to experience Ayatsuji's clever dupe for themselves. His celebration of traditional whodunits plays with the mystery genre in a wonderfully self-referential way... With each new murder, the remaining members of the group must use their knowledge of the genre to find the killer and try to stay alive." — Esquire , The 50 Best Mysteries of All Time

in Japanese). Kodansha. Archived from the original on October 21, 2021 . Retrieved October 21, 2021. She follows the monk, and just watches him info dump and piece everything together for the most part. And how could anyone who was not a god predict the future, shaped as it was by human psychology, human behaviour and pure chance? That's what Ayatsuji tries to set up and then play out here: a limited cast of characters, many with their own little (and some pretty big) secrets, isolated on this island -- and, apparently, one of them a murderer, killing the others off, one by one. Behold, the perfect escapist drug! If I could crush this book into a powder and snort it, I would.” — VultureArtistically, Kiyohara does a great job. Every detail of the decagon house is well-drawn, and he does a good job of making the bizarre layout make sense. The rest of the scenery is also very nice, from the lovely nature imagery on the island to the thoroughly detailed and lived in locales on the mainland. The characters are also quite expressive and easily distinguishable from one another; there’s an actual variety in body types and facial structures even before more individual personality quirks come into play. Much is made of this cult classic being a homage to, "And Then There Were None," and, indeed, it has a lot of similarities - and nods - to, not only Agatha Christie, but other Golden Age authors. The novel involves a group of students, who belong to a university mystery club, visiting an uninhabited island. Six months before, there was a fire on the island and the couple who lived there were found murdered, along with the two servants. The gardener was missing and was suspected of possible involvement of the crimes. Of course, our group of students are looking forward to their week away - happily telling the fisherman who drop them off to collect them the following week. What, after all, could go wrong? The ending/reveal was much more satisfying than the Agatha Christie novel that inspired this book, and is appropriately poignant. I mourned the young people who were killed, and I also felt terribly sad for the murderer. If I remember nothing else about this mystery, I will remember how bereft I felt as I closed the covers the final time. Meanwhile, we are introduced to some peripherally related characters ashore who are involved in the situation. The author was interested in Golden Age Mysteries and even the characters in this book note similarities to Agatha Christie’s “And Then There Were None.” I became disengaged with the unfolding events, about half-way through the book, as well. Events slowed and the focus returned, again and again, to the characters casting their suspicions on one another.