Showing posts with label themes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label themes. Show all posts

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Christie: Psychological insights

Agatha Christie (especially the post-Freudian era between the wars) had a fascination with psychology, not just of murderers, but of the victims and suspects too. Here's a general observation about gender:

"...He went straight home, he says, but evidence was called to show that he did not reach his farm until a quarter to seven, and, as I have mentioned, it is barely a mile away. It would not take a half an hour to get there. He forgot all about his gun, he declares. Not a very likely statement-- and yet--"
"And yet?" queried Mr. Quin.
"Well," said Mr. Satterthwaite slowly, "it's a possible one, isn't it? Counsel ridiculed the supposition, of course, but I think he was wrong. You see, I've known a good many young men, and these emotional scenes upset them very much-- especially the dark nervous type like Martin Wylde. Women, now, can go through a scene like that and feel positively better for it afterward, with all their wits about them. It acts like a safety valve for them, steadies their nerves down and all that. But I can see Martin Wylde going away with his head in a whirl., sick and miserable, and without a thought of the gun he had left leaning up against the wall."

A generalization, certainly, but it accords with my experience. Discharging worry and emotion seems to free women, but has an oppressive effect on men.

BTW, the editing in these cheap old Christie paperbacks is quite good. I suspect that she delivered a very clean copy and didn't like editors fussing much with her prose. And of course, she'd have the power to dictate the level and quality of editing she received! Would that we were all so fortunate.





Tuesday, July 8, 2014

I've always thought that the Cadfael series had as a major
theme the beauty and rightness of young love, that Cadfael would do just
about anything (including lying and stealing) to protect the young
lovers. That attitude shows him to be able to -- within a fairly rigidly
rule-bound system (both the society and his monastic order)-- choose his
own path, to choose a value above obedience, and also, despite
monasticism and celibacy, to connect to the life-giving force of romance
and sex. Ellis Peters is such a graceful writer, she was able to show him
being almost gooey (my term :) about his young-couple friends, while
maintaining his necessarily sleuthly distance.

Murder mysteries are so much about death (of course), but what I've
always loved about Cadfael is that stubborn connection to life. Then
again (I love the Cadfael books devotedly, so get a bit gooey myself),
that echoes the other major contrast of the sacred and the profane, the
profane being the human-- the interactions with the other monks and
priests, the town beyond the walls, the civil war raging beyond that,
Cadfael's own checquered past.

I'm not sure anyone did better than EP at finding the teeming sensual
life within the mystery setting.

Alicia (who must now embark on another re-read....)

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Historical fiction, or historical contemporary fiction?

Historical fiction written as historical fiction: Georgette Heyer writing about the Regency, a century or more past her own time.
Then there's Jane Austen writing about her own time... but it's historical for US.

Benefits:
Jane Austen will -- being steeped in it-- probably be faithfully representing the culture and especially language as she perceives it. But she will be blinkered by a narrow perspective and of course the lack of ability to research different viewpoints or see what happens after her own time.

Historical fiction-- greater context, more distance, more understanding of the causes and effects. But the colloquialism of the language might be suspect-- replicating conversations which were not "heard".

Class structure, snobbery, class conflict

In 4:50 from Paddington, Miss Marple refers to an estate owned by a wealthy family. With something like disdain, she says, "Not one of our... families. Victorian millionaires." She goes on to remember that the family fortune is based on cookies: "Crackenthorpe's Fancies. Silly name for a biscuit, I've always thought."