Agatha Christie had the gift of telling as no one to entertain as few have managed to make in the history of Literature, and that is seen in the set of texts that she writes to him throughout his life and which, assembled with due order and editing, make up this autobiography of near seven hundred pages that read like a sigh in spite of that, at times, do not have anything (simplicities). And is that Agatha Christie is defined, from the minute of its existence until the last breath, as a happy person (such as a partridge, here we can add the apostille of the stories more "soft"). In fact, as raised in this autobiography, it seems like a story without moral any subtext.
"One of the best things that you can touch to one in life is a happy childhood. Mine was. I had a house and a garden that I liked a lot, a judicious and patient nurse, and by parents, two people who loved each other tenderly, and whose marriage and fatherhood were a great success." So starts the first chapter. And so concludes the last page of the book written by her on October 11, 1965 (Agatha Christie died on 12 January 1976): "What can I say I at seventy-five years?
Thank you, Lord, for the beautiful life that you have given me and for all the love that I have received."
Time victorianhere is the story of a woman of her time, the victorian, who is not seeking more than to marry the right man and, if it's possible to be both lovers, not that it is a hack of convenience so common in his time, who suffers avatars to porrillo, but that does not alter the pulse of the existential drama. Or that his father, an american, will result in a little tarambana in money matters, despite having inherited an income which is substantial, and it takes them to move again and again, or that his brother also was a cheeky and indolent spoiled brat, or that she had lived the First World War by putting bandages non-stop as applied to nurse or preparing the extemporaneous to the soldiers in the pharmacy in the military, or that encaprichara to go around the world with her first husband, that must be your famous last name , "abandoning" his daughter in other hands family members (a display of independence female for the time, and with the complicity of his adored mother), or that you spend many years counting the dogs, or their first steps as a surfer in Hawaii achicharrándose the sun, nor her divorce and her second husband... Agatha Christie has the gift of making simple and entertaining to a life, of their own, it seems unremarkable, but that of anodyne little, because she is the lady of the crime and until we forgive, sometimes, both "happy end".
Even to tell his life story, complies without question that entertain from start to finish
In times like the present in which the crime novel, dragging long lines of followers and thesis of experts in such a dark subject matter that relate to the inner sanctum of the literature with capital letters, the poor Agatha Christie (1890-1976, Great Britain) has little to plead in your defence, despite the fact that his name is inscribed on the walk of fame of the record Guiness as the novelist that more books have been sold, surpassed only by the bard Shakespeare and the Bible. For more than rebusquemos in their stories of well-known and that is unravelled in this autobiography, there is not the slightest hint of speeches and dramas.
As in a game of intelligence, and entertainment to desktop, without any major (or minor) ambitions, Agatha Christie meets without question that's just as effective, when someone starts to tell, start, the knot, and the denouement.
Date Of Update: 23 September 2019, 19:01
