Each time I read an Agatha Christie novel, I’m torn between flushing the thing–hardcover and all-down the toilet, and laying out $9.99 for yet another Hercule Poirot adventure.
I love Christie’s sly, spry mysteries. I hate her snobbery and sexism and racism. The meticulous plots sometimes seem, to paraphrase Christie herself, no more than the sauce that disguises the bad fish. Her books were comfort reads for me until I could no longer ignore the discomfort I felt while reading “the best of having a native [Indian] servant” was that “they understand orders.”
The books, however, are so much a part of my memories of adolescence that I’m loath to abandon them wholesale; if ever there was an author in urgent need of updating, it’s Christie. And so the news that her books will be released in the form of a comic strip found a warm welcome with this blogger. Here are some pictures from the series.
(pictures from http://news.bbc.co.uk/)
September 9-15 marks the annual Agatha Christie week. I’m going to re-read some of my favorites–Death on the Nile, certainly, and Lord Edgware Dies–and despatch Destination Unknown to a watery grave in the sewers of Ottawa.