I have not been very well over the last few weeks, the usual autumn bugs proving hard to shake off, but I have been keeping myself entertained with a lovely heap of books left with me by a friend. All four boxes of them! Inside, amongst other things, are almost the complete works of Agatha Christie, many in the distinctive Pan paperbacks:
A cheery and autumnal sight it seems to me for some reason (Why do whodunnits feel cosy? Because the wrong-doer gets caught?) and much more interesting to look at than the current crop of sterile images on the recent editions viewed if you click through on the Amazon links following. Anyway, I have been working my way through them in the order in which they are written. Many I am coming to fairly fresh as I haven't read them since my teenage years, others I have never read at all. Either way the exercise is proving interesting as one can sense the Queen of Crime feeling her way with the subject.
Christie is most famous for Miss Marple and Poirot and indeed Poirot features in the very first book, The Mysterious Affair at Styles. The other early volumes though have a variety of detectives: Tommy and Tuppence in The Secret Adversary(whom she does use again but not very often), Anne Beddingfield in The Man in the Brown Suit, Anthony Cade, Superintendent Battle, Chief Inspector Japp. Japp and Battle do appear again but Cade and Beddingfield do not, and there is no sign of Miss Marple yet. She is still settling on her formula, still trying different detectives, and there is something quite fresh about the collective effect, and I wonder if that will remain true when we get into her high period of Marple and Poirot?Hastings/Japp. Such chronological reading is a pleasurable exercise at any rate, and one I highly recommend.
Having had a bit of a Christie fest and needing relief from my light relief, if you see what I mean, I have finally started Sister Morphine by Catherine Eisner which has been on my TBR pile for ages. I am so glad I did. Being very busy this year I have tended towards lighter reading and the subject matter here, the effect of drugs on mental health patients, seemed a bit heavy. Not so. It is really surprisingly light and funny in its handling of difficult subjects so far, thought I am only part way through. One to read if you enjoyed Angela Young's Speaking of Love, but I am wondering if it will pull off the trick of being greater than the sum of its parts when the end finally comes. I'll keep you posted!
And one last aside before I retreat to the sofa for the next hot lemony drink and dizzy spell: there is an excellent discussion on voice and vocabulary on Alis Hawkins' blog on the lively thread following some questions from Alis. With the interest in historical fiction peaked because of the success of Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel this seems a very pertinent subject.



















































































