It feels wrong to classify Agatha Christie as a “throw back” because I don’t feel like she’s ever gone anywhere. She has been a part of my life since I was a kid and through the amazing Poirot series and Marple films, she just keeps the attention firmly on her…as it should be.
However, as I began writing this I discovered that TODAY is actually the 40th anniversary of her death. So apparently there was something in the air that brought her to mind today.
I am truly a Christie fanatic. I have a collection of her books that has now reached truly silly proportions. But honestly, don’t I need them all? I think I was about twelve when I read a biography about her. I was already reading her mysteries but this biography made her so real and fascinating. I desperately wanted to be her. She just lived so many marvelous adventures. Of course there is also her still unexplained disappearance as her marriage was breaking up, when her car was found abandoned and she was not located for days. She never told what happened. Some believe she just had a breakdown when she realized her husband was leaving her. Others think she was just trying to escape for awhile. It seems fitting that she, of all people, would have such an unsolved mystery in her story.
About eight years ago I headed off to London with a friend for a couple of days to study tea tasting, research a book I was writing about tea and to explore the city. I’d been there once before and was totally taken by the place. (Theater, museums, history, tea…what’s not to like?) I remember being ecstatic to find out that the hotel Brown’s, which was right around the corner from my tea course, was thought to be the inspiration for “At Bertram’s Hotel.” (Of course another source believes it was Fleming’s, but I’m going with Brown’s.) I made sure to run over there during my lunch break just to walk through the tea room and absorb a small piece of the vibe of Christie. I only wish I’d brought my knitting. I really think Miss Marple and I should have been friends…if not for the fact I probably would have been murdered. You probably should keep your distance from her.
Someday I am going to find that biography again. I kept it for years but it likely found its way to a second hand shop or something. I just want to read it again, to rediscover those little stories that made me fall for her. Even though I’ve read many others, there is something about that one book that I can’t get out of my head.
(Sorry for the lack of pics today, but my computer is being repaired…UGH!!!…and I’m on another that is making me want to tear my hair out!)