Christie obviously didn’t want anyone to exhume the corpses of her two most beloved characters. The final Poirot, Curtain (1975), spent several months at the top of the bestseller lists, as did the final Miss Marple novel.Īnd that was that. She did this by killing off both amateur sleuth Miss Marple and Poirot in final novels, and arranging to have them both published posthumously. When the much-loved mystery author passed away 1976, she had already made plans to ensure nobody would continue her two most loved series. She also created one of the very first husband-and-wife private eye teams, Tommy and “Tuppence” Beresford. She was the author of over 80 crime novels and short story collections, 19 plays, and six novels written under the name Mary Westmacott, but is best known for creating two of the world’s most popular sleuths, Poirot and amateur sleuth Miss Marple. So, like it or not, he certainly belongs in these pages.Īgatha Christie is, of course, the Queen of Crime, and the most widely published novelist of all time. If you’ve ever been interested in crime or detective fiction, you’ve read him.Īnd yes, his occupation was that of a private detective, even if many of his cases seemed to have been dictated by circumstance. He was every bit as dogged and determined as any two-fisted swinging dick from the pulps, and he could be just as cold and focussed. He even had a Watson-like assistant/companion, Captain Hastings, to remind us every now and then how amazing Poirot was.īut - because he was written by Christie - there was also a hard, unflinching moral core at the center of Poirot’s being that, through sheer force of character and no matter how preposterous the crimes and their solutions got, would not be denied. Lotsa talk about little gray cells specifically his. He was, in fact, pretty much an extension of the classic gentleman detective: slightly foppish, even prissy, definitely arrogant, a conceited little prat. 45 in his hand and a bottle in the desk drawer. He wasn’t some rye-guzzling brute in a trenchcoat and fedora, with an eye for the ladies, a. Yes, yes, yes, HERCULE POIROT was so a private detective. I am probably the greatest detective in the world.”
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