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Agatha Christie- Anarchist
ITV is screening a new set of Miss Marple dramatizations, starring Geraldine McEwan.
We've seen a couple now. I always found Christie a dull read, but she works fabulously on the small screen.
Murder At The Vicarage spent a leisurely three quarters of an hour establishing the 1950s rural idyll that is St Mary Mead and then tore it to
shreds as it was revealed that all these prosperous, respectable middle-Englander stereotypes are in fact murderers, adulterers, thieves, embezelers and traitors.
In her own way Christie is as subversive as Bunuel. Something like Murder At The Vicarage is really just The Discreet Charm Of The Bourgeoisie by other means.
We've seen a couple now. I always found Christie a dull read, but she works fabulously on the small screen.
Murder At The Vicarage spent a leisurely three quarters of an hour establishing the 1950s rural idyll that is St Mary Mead and then tore it to
shreds as it was revealed that all these prosperous, respectable middle-Englander stereotypes are in fact murderers, adulterers, thieves, embezelers and traitors.
In her own way Christie is as subversive as Bunuel. Something like Murder At The Vicarage is really just The Discreet Charm Of The Bourgeoisie by other means.
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There was a girl in primary school. I'd have been about four. I didn't know what to make of my feelings so I told her I was going to eat her.
I'm almost certain her name was Carol.
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A tender first attempt at romance...I wonder if Carol was alarmed!
I remember my first crush at six: a seven year old boy next door pretended he was Superman and carried me around the yard, saving me.
I think he had a towel cape. Most impressive.
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It was a very short-lived romance.
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Just before the class Christmas party, he begged and pleaded and I took him to a shop and helped him select a pretty gold bracelet for $5, and they giftwrapped it. He was so thrilled.
He carried it in his backpack the next day, and I couldn't wait to find out how the gift-giving went.
He got home and was very happy. I asked, "Well? Did she like it?"
"She sure did! Boy!"
"Well, what did she say to you?"
"Mom! I didn't want her to know it was from me! I just put it in her desk.
"Boy, did she love it!"
I suppose he had the right idea, actually. That was true love.
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To take pleasure in someone else's pleasure, expecting nothing in return. I guess that's what they mean by the innocence of childhood.