Monday, 11 January 2016

A Slice Of Village Life Seen Through Agatha Christie Like Eyes.

A typical village life perhaps?

When I mention the word: Finch, most fans of Miss Christie's books will turn around and look for a taxi and you know, even we have a taxi service in our village called by their name rather. We have Pree. Oddly enough, only the new comers do call it a taxi.

Villages have secrets yet strangely enough, everything is known as if it was an open book. Of course, the old bush telegraph is still in operation despite the Whatsapp's and often gets it glaringly wrong. Funny really, because whatever might be going on, the proverbial horse's mouth is usually within walking distance.

The various characters in real and pretend life do have similarities and it shows why her books are one of the most best selling books in history. Pretend, but yet....!

In an odd way, the recent ( well comparatively recent ) success bordering on idolization of Midsomer Murders / Inspector Barnaby might be contributed to a similar world as was inhabited by the delightful characters of Miss Christie's.

If you've never read an Agatha Christie, try and read one. It is comforting like a well worn slipper and cossets you with words that make everything seem alright despite the occasional murderous scene popping up within a most romantic village setting.

The Body in the Library. (Miss Marple). (Miss Marple)
The Murder at the Vicarage. (Miss Marple). (Miss Marple) (Agatha Christie Mysteries Collection)

My favourite character is of course Jane Marple and even though it was first created almost a century ago, the life of Miss Marple, a spinster, had ordinariness, glamour, excitement, intelligence and a sense of contentment about it. Imagine, writing novels that made a single life glamorous and not something to be pitied. Fabulous.

Of course her novels do include a few murder scenes and suspiciously enough mostly married ladies, but at the moment the only similar setting might be yours truly ending up in that sad state after irritating Bob to the point. You know, things like not putting the cups into their proper places or a nagging session about the odd help in the household... as if I would do something so obviously dangerous!