Agatha
Christie was not a big fan of Hercule
Poirot and called him a detestable, bombastic, tiresome, ego-centric little
creep. However, he is known as one of the most popular yet peculiar fictional
detectives. He can be compared with the great
Sherlock Holmes. According to some of her biographers, the English writer preferred
Miss Marple; that slight rather Victorian creature to the Belgian detective. From a personal point of view- I am talking
now like a fan of her detective writing- I find Miss Marple an arrogant and
disgusting character. A woman who can resolve crime cases by observing while
she is having tea. The spinster is old fashioned and bloody arrogant. It goes without saying that I can´t stand her.
In an autobiography, Christie admitted that
even in her first novel in 1920, she imagined Poirot to be old. At the time, or course, she had not
the slightest idea she would be writing about the famous Belgian detective for
another five decades. By the way, inspector Clousseau´s immense ego, French accent and moustache were derived
from Poirot. Another important fact is that Poirot was the only fictional
character to be given an obituary in the New
York Times:
“On August
6th, 1975 Hercule Poirot is dead, famed Belgian detective”.
It is true
that her plots are well constructed. She takes the reader trough a logical
series of actions to an equally logical conclusion. Christie has an ear for dialogue but I always
find hard to read any story with Miss Marple as the main character.
Christie was also interested in looking at
human nature in general; thus, her plots resolve around the motivations that cause people to act in a
desperate manner. These include greed, a desire for power, jealousy and
revenge. That´s one of the reason she has been celebrated as the Queen of crime
for so many years, but when she died in 1976 she left behind, along with over
80 novels, a real life mystery puzzling as any she had ever invented.
Real Mystery
On a bitterly cold December night in 1926, when
she was 34, she left home with a few pounds in her purse, drove off into the
night and disappeared for nearly two weeks. Newspaper headlines screamed the news of her
disappearance with many theories ranging from kidnapping to murder. Thousands
of people joined police form four counties as they scoured the countryside. The
silent pool was dredged, trained dogs were brought out. Most of the searchers
were convinced that the famous writer had committed suicide and that it only
remained to find the body.
Meanwhile the police kept a careful eye on her
husband who at that time was having an affair with his secretary. “They think
I`ve murdered my wife”, he confided to an office colleague. While the hysteria
mounted, a young woman who registered as Teresa
Neele- the real name of her husband mistress- was holidaying at the Hydro
Hotel in Harrogate, Yorkshire. The hotel manager, who had read the reports of
Agatha Christie´s disappearance, suspected the missing writer and his guest was
one and the same and informed the police.
On 14th December Archie Christie
arrived at the hotel
and confronted with his wife and she was about to go in to dinner. As he
approached she told a group of her fellow guests calmly: “ Fancy, my brother
has just arrived”.
His claim
that she was suffering from loss of memory was backed by doctors but Agatha
Christie was not amnesia victim. While in Harrogate she had written to Harrods
in Knightsbridge, where she had mislaid a diamond ring, asking that if was
found, it should be returned to Mrs Neele at the Hydro Hotel.
So what happened to Agatha Christie? The simple explanation is that
after quarreling with her husband over his decision to leave her, she wanted to
stage a disappearance to embarrass her husband, even to punish him by drawing
public attention to his behaviour. As a mystery writer, she knew perfectly well
that, until she was found, he was likely to come under police suspicion and
that might have been a welcome thought for a hurt, rejected wife.
Unfortunately, I am speculating because Christie never revealed to anyone the
truth behind her disappearance. In fact she managed to take her secrets about
her mysterious disappearing to her grave. I guess not even Monsieur Poirot would shed some light on the enigma.
Sergio
Calle llorens
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