And Now His Watch Is Over: Curtain | 1975 [SPOILERS]

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"I should have known.

I should have foreseen...

'Cher ami!' Poirot had said to me as I left the room.

They were the last words I was ever to hear him say." 

-Captain Arthur Hastings, Curtain, p. 237

The Sum of It:
My dear friends, I have come to my final Agatha Christie book for this year. As if that in and of itself wasn't slightly emotional enough, I had forgotten that something rather jarring happens in this particular novel.

FRIENDLY REMINDER THIS POST DOES INCLUDE SPOILERS!

Captain Hastings has returned to Styles. Yes, Styles! Remember where the Poirot/Hastings bromance first started wayyyy back in the day when Agatha was just a cool dispensary gal who wanted to try her hand at writing a murder by poison book? Hastings and Poirot are still old friends, and yet also literally getting on in years. Styles has been turned into a sort of boarding house/country hotel where Poirot has taken up residence. Hastings arrives to visit and is quite startled by how Poirot's health has deteriorated. In place of Poirot's faithful manservant, Georges, he now has a quasi nurse named Curtiss who has to carry the poor feeble Belgian detective around - #poorestPoirot! And also #poorestHastings because his wife has passed away and his daughter, Judith, who is also residing at Styles (more on that shortly) is kind of a jerk to him (YOUR DAD IS SWEET HASTINGS, BE GRATEFUL PLZ!)

Poirot is delighted to have Hastings around once again so they can do what they do best: solve crime! Poirot lays before Hastings a series of deaths that all seem a bit odd. In each case there was a clear murderer with a motive...and yet, also in each case a certain individual, "X" to Poirot, was either acquainted with someone involved, or was in the area at the time of the crime. And this "X" was now at Styles! Poirot is CERTAIN someone is meant to be murdered and is determined to stop this "X" once and for all!

Styles is once again full of characters only Agatha Christie can do justice. There is a retired military man painfully embarrassed by his nagging wife, an unattractive scientist and his mysteriously ill wife, Hastings' daughter, Judith, who won't stop flirting with a man her father thinks is TROUBLE, and, of course, Hastings himself, somewhat subdued in his later years, and yet never too old to have his head turned by a woman with auburn hair.

The YOA Treatment:
So, elephant in the room and #spoiler, Poirot dies in this book. I remember reading this novel back when I was a teenager and thinking "well good grief, this one seems a bit slow" and then finding myself at the end of chapter 17 and bursting into tears. I don't even think I finished the remaining chapters. I barely could this time around!

When reporting on the death of his dearest friend, Hastings says:
"I don't want to write about it at all. I want, you see, to think about it as little as possible. Hercule Poirot was dead - and with him died a good part of Arthur Hastings."

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Nearly as heartbreaking as those lines is David Suchet's description of his feelings on playing the death scene of Hercule Poirot in the television adaptation:

"I am about to breathe my last as Agatha Christie's idiosyncratic Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot, who has been a part of my life as an actor for almost a quarter of a century...it is, quite simply, one of the hardest things I have ever had to do.
This is the death of a dear friend. For years it has been Poirot and me, and to lose him is a pain almost beyond imagining." -Poirot and Me

(I'M NOT CRYING, YOU'RE CRYING!)

Poirot is and always will be my first Agatha Christie love. He was my gateway into her vast wealth of delicious mysteries. Curtain serves as a fitting farewell for Hercule Poirot. Though this book was published right before Agatha's death, she wrote it in the 1940s, spiriting the manuscript away to be kept top secret until the time was right to off her irksome little Belgian. Curtain has all the delightful hallmarks of Christie in her prime. Though you do spend several chapters wishing Hastings would stop just chatting people up and make something happen (!!), you can't help but gasp at her nearly-Roger-Ackroyd-esque conclusion.

Farewell, cher ami Poirot: I am so happy to have ended this Year of Agatha with your final chapter.

-A.

PS: *what is dead may never die* #themonogrammurders #closedcasket

Memory Lane: Elephants Can Remember | 1972

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"So I thought that what we've really got to do is to get at the people who are like elephants. Because elephants, so they say, don't forget." -Mrs. Ariadne Oliver, Elephants Can Remember, p. 31

The Sum of It:
Elephants Can Remember reunites two of our favorite sleuth besties: Poirot and Mrs. Ariadne Oliver. Mrs. Oliver is paying her famous author dues and attending a literary luncheon with the masses. She has some initial fun chatting with other writers and eating salad and whatnot, but then it gets to the point in the event where everyone gets coffee and is expected to mingle and she is pounced upon by a rather detestable fan. A Mrs. Burton-Cox gushes about her adoration of Mrs. Oliver's books, and then moves on to something unexpected. Mrs. Burton-Cox nonchalantly asks, Oh hey, you have a goddaughter named Celia, right? Mrs. Oliver is taken aback by the question and then has kind of a legit hard time remembering if she actually DOES have a goddaughter named Celia. In the end she decides, yes she does, although she hasn't seen Celia in a long time. Mrs. Burton-Cox goes on to say Hey Celia is supposed to marry my son, but there's a bit of #MYSTERY surrounding the death of her parents, specifically WHICH ONE KILLED THE OTHER. It would appear that Mrs. Oliver has somehow completely forgotten (or maybe suppressed the memory of) the rather gruesome murder/suicide of her old friend (and Celia's mother), Molly Ravenscroft and her husband, General Alistair Ravenscroft. The pair was found near their home many years prior, shot dead, with only their fingerprints on the gun at the scene. It was assumed that either some terrible accident had occurred (#unlikely), or that one had killed the other and then themselves...but which had done the deed?

Mrs. Oliver is kind of frustrated Mrs. Burton-Cox is bringing up these painful memories and can't really understand why it matters to the marriage of Celia and Mrs. B-C's son, Desmond (neither can I, to be honest.) Mrs. Burton-Cox is insisting that she needs to know what happened to give her blessing to Celia and Desmond's union. Mrs. Oliver finally escapes the horrid lady, determined to not think on the matter any further because it's none of her business. But Mrs. Burton-Cox has laid some nagging seeds of curiosity, and before she knows it, Mrs. Oliver is heading over to see Poirot to get his advice on the matter. Elephants, they decide, are the way to go about solving the matter. Elephants, meaning people who were close to the Ravenscrofts back in the weeks leading up to their deaths. These "elephants" will transport them back in time and tell them everything they need to know to solve Ravenscroft tragedy.

The YOA Treatment: 
When Agatha Christie wrote Elephants Can Remember, she was in her early 80s and nearing the end of her career. This is actually the last novel she wrote featuring Poirot and Mrs. Oliver (Curtain was actually written much earlier, though published in 1975.) She received some criticism for this novel (not unlike many from these later years), and I will say some of the reviews are justified. While the premise is intriguing, the solving of a murder committed much earlier is not unlike many of her other novels, many of which are referenced in the book (Five Little Pigs, Mrs. McGinty's Dead, Sad Cypress, or Hallowe'en Party) and are better reads. The language is not as snappy, and at times a bit muddled. Elephants Can Remember was included in a 2009 study comparing Agatha's early and later works, and it is thought that, due to the at times confusing and repeated language in this book, she may have been suffering from Alzheimer's disease.

I get a little pang of sadness when I think of aging Agatha, remembering along with Poirot in this book of their former glory days. However, despite its flaws, Elephants Can Remember is still a mystery, and a rather good one at that. I was surprised at the ending, and I think you will be too. You can tell Agatha was still doing what she loved, and was determined to keep writing for as long as she could #resilience #queen.

- A.