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So I was thinking about this Agatha Christie post thing - I do that from time to time, thinking - and decided that I wasn't going to work my way systematically through the entire canon, a la fuzzy little Bully the Wodehouse-obsessed blogging bull. Just because others have heroically blazed the trail doesn't mean I have to follow them down it, say I. If it means not having to go in-depth on the likes of Elephants Can Remember or The Big Four, I am all for standing off admiring from a distance.
(Truth in blogging: The Big Four isn't all that bad a book. Just - well, sort of stupid, in that particularly quaint 'pre-WWII spy thriller' sort of way that some find totally endearing but which drives me straight up a tree.)
At any rate. What I decided to do, in the end - ie, once I discovered a workable spoiler script, thus eliminating my last hope of procrastinating further - was a series of light 'appreciations' of Christies I have known and loved, or at least liked quite a bit. The perspective of the Christie-reader-on-the-street, if you like. A grab-bag of review, comment, reference and snark.
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(Truth in blogging: The Big Four isn't all that bad a book. Just - well, sort of stupid, in that particularly quaint 'pre-WWII spy thriller' sort of way that some find totally endearing but which drives me straight up a tree.)
At any rate. What I decided to do, in the end - ie, once I discovered a workable spoiler script, thus eliminating my last hope of procrastinating further - was a series of light 'appreciations' of Christies I have known and loved, or at least liked quite a bit. The perspective of the Christie-reader-on-the-street, if you like. A grab-bag of review, comment, reference and snark.
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