Tuesday, 3 June 2014
A Diet of Dame Agatha
It's difficult to write properly about detective fiction, and it's even more difficult to write differently about lots of detective fiction, so I'll just give you a couple of impressions per book.
The Seven Dials Mystery (1929)
Very Wodehousian beginning, and Christie does humour well. But I never like Agatha as much when she's doing gangs and spy rings and all that. (I also wonder how recently she'd read The Man Who Was Thursday.)
Elephants Can Remember (1972)
I was warned off this one after I'd started, but I actually loved large chunks of it - Ariadne Oliver (a detective novelist with a famous Finnish detective) is a wonderful opportunity for Agatha Christie to talk about her own career wittily, and (having met her for my first time in Hallowe'en Party) I loved seeing her again. But the plot was pretty flimsy.
Poirot's last case, written some decades earlier, it's amusingly anachronistic at times, but has a good plot and the ever-wonderful Captain Hastings.
Mrs McGinty's Dead (1952)
More Poirot, more Ariadne Oliver! And a good plot, although perhaps not one of the very best. Or perhaps I'm just saying that because I guessed part of the ending, and I always prefer to be fooled.
Murder in the Mews (1937)
Four novella length stories about Poirot, one of which (the longest) was very good, 'Dead Man's Mirror'. The others were fine, but I got the impression that Christie hadn't considered the ideas good enough for a full-length book.
I have four more Christies out of the library, so I'll fill you in when I've rushed through those... and then hopefully I'll have broken my Reader's Block! Thank goodness there is an author I can turn to during those periods, where it seems inconceivable that anybody could actually finish reading a book (so many WORDS!) as otherwise I'd be going mad.