“A strangled cry from the bed startled me. A fresh access of pain seized the unfortunate old lady. . . A final convulsion lifted her from the bed, until she appeared to rest upon her head and her heels, with her body arched in an extraordinary manner . . . Mrs. Inglethorp cried out in … Continue reading NO FRIENDLY DROP: Agatha Christie and Poison
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THIS WAY LIES MADNESS: The 1944 Novels of Agatha Christie
By 1944, World War II had been raging for nearly six years. Started by a madman, the widespread death and devastation on the battlefield was matched by the enemy’s constant attempts to undermine the morale of the Allied nations through frequent random bombings of cities and towns and through vicious radio programs designed to shake … Continue reading THIS WAY LIES MADNESS: The 1944 Novels of Agatha Christie
DUMB WITNESS: Deconstructing Second-Rate Christie
Agatha Christie often complained about Hercule Poirot, but don’t you think she was more or less having us on? Yes, she claimed to have grown tired of his mannerisms and foibles, the very qualities she had instilled in him: his obsession with neatness and order, his vanity over his moustaches and his shoes, his taste … Continue reading DUMB WITNESS: Deconstructing Second-Rate Christie
PLOT VS. CHARACTER: Thoughts Inspired by a Fellow Blogger
“No plot is devoid entirely of character, and even the most character-rich study has to give them something to do – particularly in my given field of crime fiction. At a more atavistic level it’s really about writing over character or plot, but give me that choice and – 63 times out of 80 – … Continue reading PLOT VS. CHARACTER: Thoughts Inspired by a Fellow Blogger
A CASE OF IDENTITY: Losing Oneself in Agatha Christie
The Tuesday Night Bloggers are focusing on vacations this month, and I myself am on the verge of an eleven-week-long break from school. In fact, I have just two more days to go, so you must forgive my greater-than-usual fuzziness this week. I won’t discuss trains, boats or planes this time. Instead, I wanted to … Continue reading A CASE OF IDENTITY: Losing Oneself in Agatha Christie
THIS TRAIN IS BOUND FOR GORY: Christie and Hitchcock Ride the Rails
I recently read an article about what a boon the self-driving car will be to all of us who like to multi-task as we travel. “Driving is the biggest waste of time,” the proposers of this dubious technology cry, “because the only thing you accomplish is getting from one point to another!” I only hope … Continue reading THIS TRAIN IS BOUND FOR GORY: Christie and Hitchcock Ride the Rails
IF IT’S TUESDAY, THIS MUST BE . . . MURDER! Crime on Vacation
Has anyone ever seen the 1969 comedy, If It’s Tuesday, This Must Be Belgium, about the misadventures of a group of tourists on a 19-day trip through Europe? It certainly put me off the concept of conducted tours, and it reminded me that no matter how hard you may try, even the best-laid plans for … Continue reading IF IT’S TUESDAY, THIS MUST BE . . . MURDER! Crime on Vacation
ROSEMARY FOR REMEMBRANCE: Christie’s Sparkling Cyanide
People accuse Agatha Christie of creating shallow characters all the time. Truth to tell, she often worked with character “types,” and one could find variations on the same rakish ex-soldier, hearty doctor, dry solicitor, club bore, self-serving vixen, dimwitted serving girl (usually named Gladys), dithery or incompetent mother, and so on, in many of her … Continue reading ROSEMARY FOR REMEMBRANCE: Christie’s Sparkling Cyanide
SO MUCH BLOOD: Hercule Poirot’s Christmas
My buddy JJ over at The Invisible Event unfortunately has to go on a short hiatus. I will miss his erudite excursions into mystery fiction, particularly the joy with which he tackles those classic impossible crime stories he so relishes! I thought I would salute JJ with my view on one of Agatha Christie’s rare … Continue reading SO MUCH BLOOD: Hercule Poirot’s Christmas
A TROPICAL IDYLL: Miss Marple Takes On the Caribbean
“’Do you mean that you’ve had no sexual experience at ALL?’ demanded the young man incredulously. ‘At nineteen? But you must. It’s vital.’ “The girl hung her head unhappily, her straight greasy hair fell forward over her face. “‘I know,’ she muttered. ‘I know.’ “He looked at her, stained old jersey, the bare feet, the … Continue reading A TROPICAL IDYLL: Miss Marple Takes On the Caribbean
Ah Sweet Mystery! 