Agatha Christie

The Twelve Dames of Christmas, part six.

I have never read an Agatha Christie book. This is, I’m sure you’ll agree, a ridiculous situation. To make things right, I have bought myself a copy of The Adventure of a Christmas Pudding to read on Christmas Day this year. I’m looking forward to it.

There is nothing quite like a book reserved for Christmas Day. I have found that a graphic novel works better than a novel because Christmas Day is a day of interruptions and while you might plan on having enough time to read Bleak House it isn’t going to happen. You need something you can put down and pick up regularly without losing your flow. Saga and Cassandra Darke have been my most successful Christmas reads so far. But I thought I would risk a long short story this year. I reckon I can fit it in between cooking and constructing LEGO. Probably. Maybe. I can always finish it on Boxing Day if not.

Unfortunately, having not yet read the book, I don’t have much to add to this post. Maybe you could all put your favourite Christmas reads in the comments section or something and we can all have a good chat about that? It’s up to you. I’m not going to make you or anything.

Until then, let’s move on to the subject of Boxing Day. Not many people know that the name ‘Boxing Day’ comes from the indisputable fact that it is the day that you should put your Christmas decorations back in their boxes ready for next year. But it does mean that, so there. I know some of you will leave them up until the sixth of January but that is, in the opinion of several scientists*, just silly. Anything after midnight on Christmas Day isn’t Christmas any more. By then, you should have opened all your presents and eaten all your Ferrero Rocher. Your thoughts should be turning to the New Year, buying a diary and watching the World’s Strongest Man final. Christmas is over. It’s done. Put your baubles away already.

Remember when the BBC put the Paul Daniels Christmas Special on three days after Christmas? He didn’t make them another one did he? You can’t insult a legend of television like that and get away with it. I don’t care if you have to find room for the Queen’s speech, Hook, and a festive episode of On the Up! in the schedule. It doesn’t matter. Daniels knew that three days after Christmas isn’t Christmas. You should know that too. Pack up your tinsel. Take down your tree.

Or don’t. Leave your decorations up as long as you like. It’s none of my business really. I don’t even know why I mentioned it.

 

*when I say ‘several scientists’ I mean ‘a person who did a Genetics degree for a year and then binned it off to read American literature instead.’ i.e. me. Sorry for misleading you.

 

 

2 thoughts on “Agatha Christie

  1. I kind of regretted not saving this for Christmas, but I didn’t regret reading it. Frédéric Dard, Bird In a Cage (Pushkin Vertigo). French noir from 1961, set on Christmas Eve.

    1. Well, that’s my 2022 Christmas book sorted. It looks very much my sort of thing (and just the right size to read on Christmas Day). Great recommendation. Thank you.

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