Small Town Secrets: A Murder is Announced 2.0

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"Ye gods and little fishes," said Sir Henry, "can it be? George, it's my own particular, one and only, four-starred pussy. The super-pussy of all old pussies. And she has managed somehow to be at Medenham Wells, instead of peacefully at home in St. Mary Mead, just at the right time to be mixed up in a murder. Once more a murder is announced -- for the benefit and enjoyment of Miss Marple."
- A Murder is Announced, p. 71

The Sum of It

First of all how adorably quaint is that quote, which in these modern times COULD be read with one's mind in the gutter to much hilarity. So, exciting news in the little village of Chipping Cleghorn -- literally -- as the citizens open their morning papers over breakfast. "A murder is announced and will take place on Friday, October 29th, at Little Paddocks, at 6:30 p.m. Friends please accept this, the only intimation," reads a small announcement amid notices of available dachshund puppies and antiques for sale. The curiousity of several is stoked, and they turn up promptly at Ms. Letitia Blacklock's home, Little Paddocks, to see what the mystery is all about. Everyone is quite shocked when a sudden power outage plunges the drawing room into darkness, and then a voice yelling at everyone to put their hands up is followed by one gunshot and then another! When the room is re-lit, the hostess is covered in blood from a wound on her ear due to a near miss, and the masked intruder lies dead in the hallway #DRAMA. 

Who put the notice in the paper? Who planned this whole event? Was someone really trying to kill Miss Blacklock, and if so why? The police must sort through the curious inhabitants of Chipping Cleghorn to find the answers to these questions and more, particularly after another murder follows the death of the intruder. Fortunately for them, Miss Marple just so happens to be in town visiting the local vicar's wife, daughter of one of her old pals. It quickly turns out the shooting is only one of many mysteries as Miss Marple and the local detectives uncover multiple secret identities, money plots, hidden doorways, and old ladies on the coast of Scotland to get to the bottom of the murder announced. 

The YOA Treatment

J'adore Miss Marple, and her ability to be on the spot just as mysteries pop up around her certainly delights in this classic tale. She's at the top of her game in this book, still sprightly enough to go tramping down village lanes and hide in cupboards, and certainly not missing a beat in her analyses of human nature. This is a well-crafted mystery, one that keeps the reader guessing, but also one that does offer some good hints along the way that might allow the clever reader to figure out who-dunnit, a rarity in Agatha's books! 

One of the interesting aspects of this book among the Agatha-folk is the inclusion of the characters Miss Murgatroyd and Miss Hinchliffe, two spinster ladies who live together and take care of each other. It honestly seems quite clear that the two might even be a couple, which seems awfully open minded of 1950's Agatha, herself quite Victorian in her typical sensibilities! Another one of my favorite aspects of the book is the prominent role a goiter plays, as this malady can't help but being amusing in its randomness and drama. I really enjoyed this story, and though I was familiar with its twists from the television adaptation (which is great #MatthewGoode #HeartEyesForever), I was still eager to reach Miss Marple's reveal of the true murderer in the end. I'll certainly recommend this one to Agatha-curious pals.

- E. 

The Local Gossip: The Moving Finger 2.0

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"You see," he said, "crude, childish spite though it is, sooner or later one of these letters will hit the mark. And then, God knows what may happen! I'm afraid, too, of the effect upon the slow, suspicious, uneducated mind. If they see a thing written, they believe its true. All sorts of complications may arise."
-The Moving Finger, p. 15

The Sum of It:

Brother and sister duo Jerry and Joanna have absconded from the city to the quaint village of Lymstock, where Jerry is meant to follow his doctor's orders of rest and relaxation as he heals from injuries suffered when an airplane he was flying crashed. They're renting a fusty little house from an equally fusty old lady, and Joanna, sophisticated city girl though she is, and her brother are trying to take an interest in local goings on #villagelife. 

Shortly after they arrive, however, they receive a so-called "poison pen letter," pieced together from letters cut out of a book, accusing them of being a risque couple as opposed to a perfectly innocent brother and sister, and calling Joanna some rather nasty names. They laugh it off, but find that they are only the most recent of many villagers who have received such letters making vicious but typically unfounded and untrue allegations against the recipients. When one of the recipients is found dead, her letter nearby and an apparent suicide note at her side, the police decide to track down the sender once and for all, as the letters have now begun to result in real injury. However, the case escalates when the dead woman's maid is found quite clearly murdered, having been bludgeoned in the head. Jerry and the police work to track down the letter writer and presumed killer, but run into frustration time and again. Meanwhile Jerry develops a bit of a crush on the dead woman's awkward daughter, and EVENTUALLY, like 3/4 of the way through the book, Miss Marple turns up, asks a few questions, and essentially solves the case. Quite like Miss Marple, really!

The YOA Treatment:

When Audrey read this one during the first go-around, she was adamant that I needed to read it someday, and now that I've finally gotten around to it, I can certainly see why. This book, written during Agatha's prime, is funny and clever, a page turner with a pleasant narrator in Jerry. The village of Lymstock is perfectly painted, and one can just imagine the fluffy old ladies gossiping about the most recent poison pen letter outside the adorable local grocer. Even though Miss Marple honestly barely figures in the story at all, I found this to be one of my favorite Christie reads. 

One of the most enjoyable characters in my opinion was Megan, the awkward young lady Jerry finds himself quite taken with. She's terribly self aware, and makes funny observations about the provincial opinions of the people in town and her own family's inability to figure out what to do with her #notagirlnotyetawoman. I very much enjoyed the scenes when Jerry and Megan take a day trip into the city so he can buy her some clothes befitting a lovely young woman rather than an awkward girl, and they escape themselves and the village for a sophisticated dinner and dance. Even though I have seen the (very good) adaptation several times, I wasn't quite sure who the killer was, and found myself quite satisfied by the build up and reveal. I often enjoy the light, fun mysteries more than the heavier ones, but this one seemed to have a nice balance that would suit any Christie reader, and I'm certain I'll find myself recommending it to many friends!

- E. 

Tea and Scandal: The Murder at the Vicarage 2.0

"I daresay everyone thinks it is somebody different. That is why it is so important to have proofs. I, for instance, am quiet convinced I know who did it. But I must admit I haven't one shadow of proof." 

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- The Murder at the Vicarage, p. 213.

The Sum of It:

The Murder at the Vicarage was Agatha's first introduction of the inquisitive, gossip-fueled, always-a-step-ahead amateur sleuth Miss Marple, and since Audrey read this one last year and raved about how fun it was, I had to make it my first re-read of 2018. 

This story is narrated by the charming if a bit grumpy Vicar of St. Mary Mead, a small and veeery quintessential British village, which seems to have approximately 15 inhabitants, though there must be more because at once point the village church is described as crowded. But such a British village, no matter how tiny, is not immune to scandal, and right off the bat there's a discrepancy with the church money, an extramarital affair with a handsome artist in the Vicar's shed, and pretty soon after that, an actual murder in the Vicar's own study! The victim, Col. Protheroe, was ill-liked nearly universally, known for bossing everyone around, shouting constantly, and harsh convictions in his courtroom. Miss Marple, for one, can think of at least 7 people would would have liked to see him dead. 

As the evidence settles, largely aided by Miss Marple and her troupe of elderly lady busybodies who spend nearly all their time documenting the intricacies of town life (when not arranging their Japanese rock gardens or hosting visiting novelist nephews), the police suffer from an abundance of confessions and conflicting evidence. The more confused everyone becomes, the more serene and unflappable Miss Marple remains, biding her time until enough of the facts line up with her initial conclusion to clear everything up for the police and the poor Vicar, who's forced to become a bit of an amateur sleuth himself!

The YOA Treatment:

One of the things we came to realize about Miss Marple stories over the course of The Year of Agatha was that her tales have a uniquely clever tone and engaging pace. Perhaps because Agatha saw a bit of herself in Miss Marple, or a bit of some favorite neighbors, there's always a bit of a twinkle in Miss Marple's eye. No matter how silly or fanciful others think she is, she's actually two steps ahead of them at every turn, but never crows about it. She just bides her time, deducing all the way, until her conclusions are undeniable. Often, people in her circle start out the book annoyed by her nosiness and pronouncements about human nature, but she always wins them over by the end. Her spunk and quiet confidence are refreshing and charming, and The Murder at the Vicarage is a classic example. 

Miss Marple stories are also often quite funny, and The Murder at the Vicarage certainly fits that bill. Between the fussy Vicar, his flighty and mischievous young wife, their foolish and outspoken nephew Dennis, and their wholly incompetent maid, Mary, that one household alone had me chuckling out loud as I read. Miss Marple, gifted in the art of light irony spoken with a twinkle in her eye, is also awfully funny, especially as she interacts with her vainglorious author nephew Raymond or pompous policemen.  Agatha also injects her own sense of humor in the narration, such as this little poke at modern literature, given as a description of Raymond: 

"I cannot say that I have at any time a great admiration for Mr. Raymond West. He is, I know, supposed to be a brilliant novelist, and has made quite a name as a poet. His poems have no capital letters in them, which is, I believe, the essence of modernity. His books are about unpleasant people leading lives of surpassing dullness." 

The Murder at the Vicarage is the perfect introduction to Miss Marple, and to Agatha on the light side, and was also a perfect way to start of my year of reviewing some of Audrey's favorites from The Year of Agatha! 

- E. 

Miss Marple's Last Case: Sleeping Murder | 1976

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"No," said Miss Marple. "You believed him. It really is very dangerous to believe people. I never have for years." - Sleeping Murder

The Sum of It

Gwenda Reed, a young lady who grew up in New Zealand, has been sent to England by her new husband, Giles, to find them a house along the coast. She spies a white Victorian house from the road outside the town of Dillmouth, and gets a feeling that its the house for her. She goes about renovating the house based on her intuition, envisioning a new door connecting the dining room and drawing room, choosing a wallpaper of cornflowers and red poppies for a room that she feels used to be a nursery, asking the gardener to cut a new walkway in the garden. Only, it turns out there used to be a door where she asked for a new one to be cut, and a cupboard in the room that had been painted shut revealed old wallpaper exactly like what she had asked for, and when the gardeners went to cut the new path, evidence of an old path in the same spot was found. 

Gwenda starts thinking she's psychic or something, which weirds her out, and so she decides to get away for a bit to visit her husband's friend #FamousNephew Raymond West, along with his wife and aunt, one Miss Jane Marple, in London. While they're watching the play The Duchess of Malfi, a character utters the line: "cover her face, mine eyes dazzle; she died young" and Gwenda shrieks, jumps out of her seat, runs out of the theater and takes a cab back to Raymond's house where she sits shivering in bed until Miss Marple comes in with a water bottle and a calm request that Gwenda tell her what exactly is going on. Gwenda finally tells her that when she heard the line, she immediately envisioned a man with "monkey's paws" strangling a beautiful blonde woman in the foyer of her house, then saying those exact words. Somehow, Gwenda is sure this woman's name was Helen. She tells Miss Marple about the other weird stuff going on related to her house, and that she's afraid she's going nuts.

Miss Marple explains that what makes more sense is that Gwenda has actually been in the house before, and maybe even witnessed a murder, even though Gwenda is sure she's never been to England. However, a bit of investigating reveals that her late father actually took her to England, to the very house, to live with her young stepmother, Helen, for a couple years when Gwenda was a baby. The stepmother eventually disappeared, and her father died soon after, having sent little Gwenda to live with relatives in New Zealand. Once she hears this, Gwenda is like oh crap was my stepmother #MURDERED in my house, and did I see it as a tiny child?! She and her husband Giles decide to start investigating, even though Miss Marple tells them they really ought to let "sleeping murder" lie, as getting mixed up in an old crime like this is #DANGEROUS. They're like yeah yeah this is our house, we have to protect it #HomeAlone and decide to embark on digging up old relatives,  lovers, and employees of Helen's and trying to get to the bottom of why she really disappeared all those years ago. Out of concern (and probably curiosity, knowing her) Miss Marple arranges to visit some family friends in Dillmouth so she can keep an eye on things and help them out. Turns out in the end that it's a bloody good thing, too! 

The YOA Treatment

As we were reading this one, we were both thinking "man, Agatha might have struggled a bit with Tommy and Tuppence in old age but she is still on FIRE with Miss Marple!" Then Audrey remembered that Sleeping Murder is actually one of two books, along with the last Poirot, Curtain, that Agatha always said she wrote during WWII and left in a safe in the names of her daughter and husband, for posterity's sake (and in the way of an inheritance, should the war prove fatal for Agatha, EEK thank goodness it didn't, not only because we would have missed out on so many great books!!) So, this final Miss Marple was actually written long before several others that were released before this one was published following Agatha's eventual death in the 1970s. 

Regardless, this book is top form Agatha, a very creepy and mysterious mystery that absolutely keeps you guessing until the very end (as long as you haven't seen one of the two TV adaptations, or, if you've seen the ITV Marple version, you'll still be guessing as to when the troop of summer stock actors will turn up [spoiler: they are not in the book]). It really is a very clever concept with some truly deceptive red herrings, and the initial premise of a potentially haunted or sentient house reminded us of some other classics, like Henry James' The Turn of the Screw or one of our favorite recent novels, Rebecca Makkai's The Hundred-Year House. 

While the real onus of the sleuthing is left to Gwenda and Giles, Miss Marple guides them along in their amateur detecting and steps in to help when she's needed. Since this book was technically written before Agatha let Miss Marple start getting really frail, in light of the last few Marples we've been reading, it was also nice to bid farewell to our favorite lady sleuth when she's still depicted in her prime, weeding in the garden, running up stairs, and garnering the respect of police inspectors all over England. 

One of the most surprising things about The Year of Agatha for both of us has been that we truly enjoyed Miss Marple's mysteries even more than our beloved Poirot's! The joy and mischievous twinkle of Miss M's sleuthing style, the cozy nature of her environs and the clever, dark-horse nature of her character are a delight to read. While we've finished all the Marple books at this point, we feel confident that we'll be revisiting her stories many times over the years to come. 

- E. & A. 

P.s. We'll post about Curtain, and about our plans for 2017, after Audrey returns from her honeymoon later this week! 

Don't Count Her Out: Nemesis | 1971

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"You, my dear, if I may call you that, have a natural flair for justice, and that has led to your having a natural flair for crime. I want you to investigate a certain crime. I have ordered a certain sum to be placed so that if you accept this request and as a result of your investigation this crime is properly elucidated, the money will become yours absolutely. I have set aside a year for you to engage on this mission. You are not young, but you are, if I may say so, tough." - Nemesis, p. 22

The Sum of It

Miss Marple, quite the rheumatic old lady, has taken to daily perusing the obituaries to see if she knows any of the deceased. One day, she notes that her old compatriot from A Caribbean Mystery, Mr. Rafiel, has passed away. She's awfully sad about that and thinks to herself that she wishes she could have seen him again before he died. Soon she hears from his attorneys saying they've got something for her from the deceased, and could she come to London? Upon visiting said attorneys she learns that Mr. Rafiel has left her a large sum of money on the condition that she solve a mystery for him. Only he leaves not a single clue as to what the mystery is. Miss Marple is not quite sure if she's going to be able to undertake this task. She tracks down his old secretary and can't learn anything from her, except that Mr. Rafiel did have a few kids, one of whom was a deadbeat son.

Pretty soon she gets notice that passage for her has been booked on a tour of the great homes and gardens of a certain part of England, by Mr. Rafiel, and every accommodation has been made for her. This must be part of the mystery! Off she sets on this bus tour, scrutinizing each of her fellow passengers to see who might be involved in the mystery. She recognizes one lady who had chatted with Miss Marple in St. Mary Mead not too long before, only she had different color hair... mysterious. She befriends a handsome, intelligent lady who used to run a girls school and eventually confesses to Miss Marple that she's not just on the tour to check out fancy homes and gardens, but that it is a "pilgrimage" of sorts to find out about a former pupil of hers who died, she says, because of love. Aha, thinks Miss Marple, now I'm onto something...only then this lady is killed by a boulder while walking on a path during the tour and Miss Marple can't get anything else out of her! 

Mr. Rafiel has also arranged for Miss Marple to stay with three sisters in their crumbling estate while she's in the village where her new friend has been killed, and Miss Marple distinctly senses that SOMETHING is up with these ladies, though she's not sure what exactly. She also discovers that at least one other person on her tour has been planted there by Mr. Rafiel to help keep an eye on her and help her parse out clues. She's getting closer and closer, and as she tours the little village, ever watchful, chatting up the post office lady and dropping into people's homes for tea, she gets closer and closer to the truth til everything comes to a head with a late night encounter with a dangerous person in Miss Marple's bedroom! 

The YOA Treatment

I don't know what it is about Miss Marple. Maybe because Agatha herself was a still clever but pretty old lady at this point, but this book is totally on point. I love how the mystery gradually unfolds from knowing only that there IS a mystery of some kind to one by one learning new pieces of the mystery, and THEN moving on to actually solving it. Miss Marple does a bit of Poirot-style "well I think I know something but I can't tell you til I figure out this other thing and make sure I'm right," which keeps you on the edge of your seat. 

Even though this one is set outside of St. Mary Mead, it is set in another small country village, and Miss Marple seems quite at home here. It also provides yet another example of not judging a book by its cover. Just because Miss M is a little old lady who gets tired out from a trip to the post office doesn't mean her mind isn't valuable and sharp as ever. Even Mr. Rafiel, who judged everyone around him pretty harshly, had the utmost respect for Miss Marple's mind, and counted on her to solve a mystery very dear to his heart as his last wish! 

While there is a bit of circling and circling around the main point of something, or slightly repetitive rehearsal of facts, this is still a solid and enjoyable read. I'm actually adding this one to my favorites list, which is well populated by Miss Marple books at this point! I think one thing I have consistently enjoyed about the Miss Marple stories, as well as other Agatha books with female leads, is that Agatha doesn't really write them like she thinks its unusual that a woman would be so clever and capable in the face of mystery and danger. While she certainly demonstrates that others around her might be mystified by this possibility, Agatha's language and style in writing these characters is not showy or like "haha-see-how-I-prove-a-big-point," and the characters themselves don't even make a big deal out of what they're doing, she just quite casually lets ladies save the day over and over again.

In my opinion, this little old lady detective still fit right in Agatha's wheelhouse, even near the very end of her writing career. 

- E. 

Miss Marple Hits the Beach: A Caribbean Mystery | 1964

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"Do you think a murderer ought to be a happy man?"

Miss Marple coughed. "Well, they usually have been, in my experience." 

"I don't suppose your experience has gone very far," said Mr. Rafiel. 

In this assumption, as Miss Marple could have told him, he was wrong. But she forbore to contest his statement. Gentlemen, she knew, did not like to be put right in their facts." 

- A Caribbean Mystery, p. 113

The Sum of It: 

Nephew Raymond really is so very generous to his Aunt Jane. In this book, one of Agatha's last few featuring Miss Marple, our little old lady of mystery is quite out of her element at a tropical Caribbean resort, where Nephew Raymond has dispatched her for her health. Back home, everybody from the ladies down the street to Scotland Yard know of her prowess as a detective, but here, she's just a "fluffy old lady" who knits and prattles on about the weather. 

That is, until another elderly visitor to the resort drops dead, presumably of heart failure, until Miss Marple and the resort's doctor figure out that he didn't actually have any heart problems, and the young lady who cleans his room points out that the heart pills on his bathroom sink that substantiated the "heart failure" diagnosis were never there before, and actually belonged to another guest. The day of his death, the old fella had been talking loudly to Miss Marple about a murderer he had a snapshot of, but just when he pulled it out of his wallet he saw someone behind Miss Marple and shoved it back in and changed the subject #MYSTERY. The old man's death, and subsequent murder investigation, put everyone on edge, especially the hotel's proprietress, Molly Kendal. 

When Molly, who's been having nightmares, finds another person connected to the case with a knife in her back, things go from bad to worse. At this point, despite people constantly dismissing her, only Miss Marple can figure out what's going on, and she enlists the island's other most senior resident, Mr. Rafiel, to add some credibility to her deductions. They do the math, and come down to the surprising fact of the real killer not a moment too soon!

The YOA Treatment: 

Part of the delight of a Miss Marple book is observing her in her element, the small town, country life, where her constant memory of the oddities of neighbors makes her crime solving ability unparalleled. So, this book, set in a random tropical setting, feels a bit out of the wheelhouse, like one of those newer Nancy Drew books written by Carolyn Keene's ghostwriter where Nancy and her pals zoom around a lake on jetskis. That said, this one was stronger than I was afraid it was going to be, in terms of the mystery! I thought I remembered the killer from seeing the television version of A Caribbean Mystery (which is actually pretty good!), but the book still held my interest and kept me turning the pages til my hunches were confirmed! 

There were a lot more aspects of this book that felt like callbacks to Miss Marple's Victorian upbringing than I remember in others, from her lamenting a woman on the island who doesn't present herself as well as she "ought to", and how she really ought to marry again, to some unfortunate lingo and characterization of the people of color who live on the island #CRINGEWORTHY. Both Agatha and Miss Marple were getting on up there in age by the time A Caribbean Mystery was published, so perhaps that explains some of it. 

While this isn't my favorite Miss Marple, I was pleased to see Agatha could still spin quite a yarn as we move into the later years of her career. 

Bon voyage!

- E. 

Beginnings & Ends: Poirot's Early Cases, Miss Marple's Final Cases, & Problem at Pollensa Bay | 1974, 1979, & 1991

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"Remember it, and if you think at any time that I am growing conceited - it is not likely, but it might arise."

I concealed a smile.

"Eh bien, my friend, you shall say to me, 'Chocolate box.' Is it agreed?"

"It's a bargain!" -Poirot & Hastings, "The Chocolate Box," Poirot's Early Cases, p. 139

The Sum of It:

We are getting deep into the land of We Have Read All These Short Stories Before In Other Collections...but never fear! The good thing about revisiting short story collections is coming across one you really enjoy. This time, that story for me was "The Chocolate Box." 

The story begins with Poirot and Hastings having a cozy night in, sipping warm drinks (Poirot has what sounds like a truly tasty cup of hot chocolate, and yet Hastings observes he would basically rather poke his own eye out than drink the stuff #sillyhastings) and reminiscing on Poirot's old cases. Poirot says uh, you know there was this one time when I actually got the case WRONG. And Hastings is like GASP, tell me everything. 

Back when Poirot was in the Belgian detective force, there was a big old row going on in France between the Catholic church and the state. One true anti-Catholic baddie guy named Paul Deroulard was a French politician with a Belgian wife who died from falling down a flight of stairs (#yikes #handrailsplz.) After her death, Paul inherited all her money and her house in Brussels. While living there, old Paul ALSO dies rather suddenly. Poirot recalls that he was about to go on vacay, and, being a "bon catholique," was not too devastated by this guy's death. However, he received a visit from a beautiful young woman named Virginie, a cousin of the late Mrs. Deroulard, who requested Poirot's assistance in solving the death of Paul. For all Poirot makes fun of Hastings being star-struck by the beautiful ladies, Poirot himself really can't say no when they ask him for help.

Poirot's investigations lead him to the Deroulard home, where he poses as a journalist to get some answers from the household, which includes several servants, Paul's elderly mother, an English friend named Wilson, and a French neighbor named Saint Alard. Paul Deroulard died suddenly as he had retired to smoke and drink with his guests after dinner. Dinner seemed to have been partaken by all and untampered, same with the after-dinner refreshments. However, the case takes a turn when Poirot discovers that Paul Deroulard alone was a major chocoholic, and always had some after dinner. A quick pose as a plumber, and a rifle through some medicine cabinets make the whole case clear to Poirot. However, as he returns to the Deroulard home to announce the murderer, he finds that he was completely wrong! Poirot has oddly fond memories of the case, as he imagines it keeps him humble. But we all know that Hercule Poirot will never be as humble as he imagines, and that is precisely why we love him.

Miss Marple's Final Cases is made up of several short stories, nearly all of which we have already discussed here on the blog. However, I do heartily recommend giving it a read, especially if you want to read more about Miss Marple in her St. Mary Mead everyday life!

And speaking of St. Mary Mead, it was intriguing to read what smacks of a first run at The Murder at the Vicarage in "The Love Detectives" from Problem at Pollensa Bay & Other Stories. Mr. Satterthwaite & Mr. Quin team up with Colonel Melrose to discover who has coshed cranky old Sir James Dwighton over the head in his library. Of course the initial likely suspect is his beautiful young wife and the Dwighton's houseguest turned Mrs. D.'s boyfriend turned ex-houseguest, Paul. However, additional injured parties come out of the woodwork as the investigation continues, and it seems like there is no end of motives for the murder of Sir James. Do Satterthwaite and Quin work it out in the end? You'll just have to pick up a copy to find out!

The YOA Treatment:

We have several exciting things coming up over the next few weeks as #PHASEONE of The Year of Agatha comes to a close! We are very much looking forward to a guest blog post by the delightful Sophia from Main Street & Maple book blog, as well as a little Cyber Monday deal in our Etsy shop #AgathashirtsforChristmas #Poirotpresents! Be sure to stay tuned in the next few weeks for more details.

Have a wonderful weekend!

-A.

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Star Struck: The Mirror Crack'd | 1962

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"I don't think," he said gently, "that anything that you or I could say about murders is likely unduly to excite or shock Miss Marple. I can assure you, my dear Miss Knight, that Miss Marple can contemplate murder and sudden death and indeed crime of all kinds with the utmost equanimity." - The Mirror Crack'd, p. 203

The Sum of It:

Times, they are a'changin' (ain't that the truth, AGH) in St. Mary Mead, and Miss Marple is trying to come to terms with it. There's a new "development" with lots of brand new houses built all close together, a new supermarket (where they expect you to shop for your own groceries #ew), and even Miss Marple's friend Mrs. Dolly Bantry has sold her old estate, Gossington Hall, and is living in the lodge at the gates. Gossington has been purchased by an American film star, Marina Gregg, on the waning end of her fame, and her husband, which has the town all a-twitter with celebrity gossip. After a recent bout of illness, and getting quite on in years, Miss Marple is constantly frustrated with the limitations she finds on herself, from her inability to tend her own garden to dropped stitches in her knitting, and worst of all, to her new live-in help, Miss Knight, insisted upon by nephew Raymond and Miss Marple's doctor. Miss Knight is always up in Miss Marple's grill and treats her like a senile child (does that make sense? well, she does). What Miss Marple needs is a good murder to consider, and soon a party at Gossington Hall provides her with just that!

Dolly gets invited to the party, since it's her own former house, and she's just about to meet the movie star, Marina Gregg, when Ms. Gregg's face freezes with what appears to be "dread" during a conversation with the woman in line in front of Dolly, Heather Badcock. The book's title comes from Dolly's description of Ms. Gregg's face at this time, like Tennyson's Lady of Shalott when the curse has come upon her. Just a few minutes later at the party, Heather Badcock drops dead, #MURDERED with poison in her daquiri! Turns out she had switched drinks with Ms. Gregg so everyone is like uh oh, looks like someone's got it out for you, Marina! While Miss Marple tries to work out what exactly happened, a few more people die (or disappear!) before she's able to work out just what it was that came upon Marina Gregg that day at the party. 

The YOA Treatment:

Honestly this is a rough week here in the states, and it feels a bit difficult to be cheerful and creative. Even so, it was nice to have a visit from one of our favorites, Miss Marple, who like a certain candidate we know, simply refuses to acknowledge anyone underestimating her, and just continues to do her thing like a boss #WEREWITHHER. 

At this point, Miss Marple is quite an old lady, which she was a bit when Agatha first started writing about her, but now she's been poking around solving mysteries for quite some time, and people are starting to reference her as "about 100 years old" and telling her she needs to take midday naps and try easier knitting patterns. While she's quite aware of her physical capabilities, she's also quite aware that mentally she's still sharp as a tack, so she has to do a bit of sneaking to let her detective flag fly, especially behind the back of her live-in help, Miss Knight, who is just #theworst. 

By the end of the book, though, Miss Marple has gathered about her some new allies, from police to her bright young housekeeper, Cherry, and has proved yet again that she's got what it takes to do her own thing, even if she needs a bit of help around the house now and then. I really enjoyed seeing her continue to hold her own, while being perfectly frank with herself about what she was and was not capable of. Sometimes that type of thing is depicted sadly, and with frustration, but the way Agatha wrote it came across as refreshing and encouraging, especially in a week when the ladies of the world could use a bit of encouragement. 

- E.