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| Poirot at work: Actor David Suchet as /Hercule Poirot in the Chanel 4 TV series. |
I
sat and enjoyed a Poirot-fest over the weekend, thanks to ITV3, which screened
enough back to back episodes to satisfy the most die-hard addict. So having
immersed myself in the television version and watched the ever-wonderful David
Suchet, I decided it was time to go back to basics, and I dug out a copy of The Mysterious Affair at Styles, the
very first Poirot story, published in 1916. I don’t read a lot of crime
fiction, and I’d forgotten how good Agatha
Christie can be – she’s not called the Queen of Crime for nothing.
Here
we meet Hercule Poirot for the first time, and I realised that David Suchet’s
interpretation of the little Belgian detective really is quite extraordinary. I
suppose it helps that the two men are not too dissimilar physically - I never
could believe wholeheartedly in Peter Ustinov’s Poirot, because he was too big
and looked all wrong. But it’s not just appearances. David Suchet has acquired
all Poirot’s mannerisms, his fussiness, his precision, his intelligence, the
way he walks and everything, without ever tipping over into caricature. He
makes Poirot seem very human because he brings warmth and humour to the character,
and he inhabits the role rather than merely acting it.
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| First edition of Agatha Christie's first Poirot novel. |
Now
normally I read a book first, then watch the film or TV programme (and if I
really like something I rarely watch it on screen, because I’m scared it will
spoil my enjoyment of the book). But with Agatha Christie it’s the other way
round. I honestly cannot remember which books I’ve read in the past, and my view
of the stories and characters has been shaped by movies, television shows and
radio versions of her work. So I found it interesting to read Christie’s own description
of her creation, and I was surprised that he and Hastings both appear here
fully shaped: they are as they are, and I don’t think either of them changed or
evolved in the years that followed.
In
The Mysterious Affair at Styles Poirot is a Belgian refugee, living with a
group of his countrymen in the village of St Mary Styles, thanks to a helping
hand from elderly Emily Inglethorp, who lives in nearby Styles Court. And staying at Styles Court while he recovers
from a war wound is Lt Arthur Hastings (not yet a captain), a friend of the
family, who also knows Poirot.
So
when wealthy Mrs Inglethorp (formerly Mrs Cavendish) dies from strychnine
poisoning Hastings calls upon Poitrot for help. Prime suspect is Emily’s new
husband, Alfred Inglethorp, who is 20 years her junior, has a strange bushy
black beard and wears patent shoes every day (so we know he’s a bounder!). But
he has a cast iron alibi, so it can’t be him… Or can it? And why does everyone
else’s behaviour seem so odd?
Take
Hastings’ friend John for instance, the stepson of the murdered woman from her
previous marriage (she was widowed). He is strapped for cash and is having some
kind of liaison with a neighbouring farmer’s wife; his beautiful wife Mary is extremely
friendly with a German doctor who is the world’s top toxicologist. John’s
younger brother Lawrence studied medicine and knows about drugs and poisons, and
so does orphaned Cynthia, who lives with the family and works in a pharmacy.
Then
there is Emily’s companion Evie, who fell out with her mistress after warning
her against Mr Inglethorp… but can her intense hatred of the man be genuine? No-one,
it seems, is telling the whole truth, and everyone has hidden secrets.
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| A modern edition of the book. |
Mystery
surrounds the dead woman’s will, a locked room and a document case which is
broken open. And there’s a fragment of burnt paper among the ashes in the fireplace, a strange strand of green thread, a broken coffee cup, hot chocolate dregs and a damp
patch on the carpet, which all have to be considered. Are any of these things important? ~Or none of them? Two officers from
Scotland Yard arrive to lliok for answers, and we get our first glimpse of Inspector Japp, looking
smaller, thinner and much less important than I visualised, but it is Poirot,
of course, who manages to unravel the various strands of the mystery and unmask
the killer.
We
learn from Hastings, who narrates the tale, that Poirot is a world-famous
Belgian detective, now retired (so how old is he meant to be, I wonder?). And we are told:
Poirot was
an extraordinary looking little man. He was hardly more than five feet, four
inches, but carried himself with great dignity. His head was exactly the shape
of an egg, and he always perched it a little on one side. His moustache was
very stiff and military. The neatness of his attire was incredible. I believe a
speck of dust would have caused him more pain than a bullet wound.
Throughout
the novel we see evidence of his fussiness and neatness, as he straightens
ornaments and rearranges things. But his obsessive attention to detail is what
makes him such a good detective, for it enables him to look for patterns, and
to pick out the blips, the small things that don’t quite fit the picture and
are overlooked by everyone else, but make him think, and think again. He’s very
logical, and believes in reasoning things out, so looks at the clues, and draws
conclusions from what he sees, but he also uses psychology to try and work out
who could be a killer, and why they would commit murder. I think his need to
see justice done is part of that urge he has for everything to be neat and
tidy: he wants to put the world to rights. And he has a very strong sense of
right and wrong.
I
was rather shocked that in his efforts to bring criminals to justice he can be
very manipulative, and quite cruel, especially in the denouement, when he plays
with the characters as a cat plays with a mouse, before revealing what has
happened. He even lets a man he knows is innocent stand trial for the murder,
partly to lull the real culprit into a false sense of security, and partly to
effect a reconciliation between husband and wife. It may be a cruel trick to
play, and Poirot makes an unlikely Cupid, but he is a great believer in love,
which is rather endearing.
As
you can probably tell, I really enjoyed The Mysterious Affair at Styles, and the
twists and turns of the plot kept me turning the pages to find out what
happens. I have to say I thought the TV version was pretty true to the book.
There were some differences, but nothing which materially alters Christie’s
creation.
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| Agatha Christie, the Queen of Crime. |
