Agatha and Me

My purpose for starting this Agatha Christie journey was to push back against all the speculation and assumptions bandied about by people who didn’t even know her. I wanted to rise above the noise and go directly to the source, to learn about Agatha by hearing from her.

It’s been a little like a Julie and Julia experience for me, exploring the life of someone who didn’t even live in this world at the same time as me but whose literary impact has arguably surpassed that of any other writer. As I read, I found an autobiography flowing with a warm voice and an honesty I wasn’t expecting.

What Surprised Me

  1. How Agatha got into writing. As someone who has loved writing since I was a child, I expected it would be similar for Agatha. But what I discovered was that she stumbled into it after exploring multiple creative endeavors. She had no particular ambition, which was common for women of her social class. But she found she had a talent for creating detective stories and, more importantly, she was able to produce work, even in the middle of two wars. She simply sat herself down and did it.
  2. How she talked about her first husband. Look, if she wanted to rant about what a cheating liar he was, I would absolutely have supported that. Instead, she writes warmly about their early years and international travels and is light on detail when her marriage started to fall apart.
  3. Her humble and shy nature. By the time she wrote this autobiography, she was an immense success by any standard. She could’ve bragged about that, but she never does. In fact, I got the sense that she was still rather surprised by it all. It took years and multiple books published before she even considered herself a writer by profession. She also hated publicity or speaking in public. I already wrote about my favorite story (you can read it here) but I think it probably illustrates quite accurately who she was as a person.

A Few Final Thoughts

I don’t think Agatha Christie would be a writer if she were starting today. One thing she mentions throughout this book is how glad she is that writing is a private endeavor. She talks about how wonderful it is that writers can do what they do in private. Which is still partly true. But she also says, “There are many careers where personalities and public relations matter — for instance if you are an actor or a public figure. An author’s business is simply to write.”

I think if Agatha Christie had been faced with the social media requirements of most authors today, she might never have even pursued publication. I can only imagine what she would’ve thought of Zooming into book clubs, being interviewed on podcasts, attending conferences, or maintaining Instagram and Twitter accounts. One of the things that she so loved about writing is not a reality for writers in our modern world.

I also appreciated her remarkably affable personality. I think her easygoing and flexible nature led to a lot of interesting experiences and encounters that likely informed her writing. One reason her characters are so unique is probably because she met a lot of different people in a range of settings, across countries and cultures. She was given the chance to be an observer in so many unique circumstances that I have no doubt it influenced her writing.

A Few Final Quotes (although I think it’s likely you will still find the occasional Agatha quote popping up on my Instagram)

On her thoughts about her autobiography:

“I have done what I wanted to do. I have been on a journey. Not so much a journey back through the past, as a journey forward — starting again at the beginning of it all — going back to the Me who was to embark on that journey forward through time. I have not been bounded by time or space. I have been able to linger where I wanted, jump backwards and forwards as I wished.

“I have remembered, I suppose, what I wanted to remember; many ridiculous things for no reason that makes sense. That is the way we human creatures are made.”

On the natural writing lifecycle:

“If you are properly modest, you will never write at all, so there had to be one delicious moment when you have thought of something, know just how you are going to write it, rush for a pencil, and start in an exercise book buoyed up with exaltation. You then get into difficulties, don’t see your way out, and finally manage to accomplish more or less what you first meant to accomplish, though losing confidence all the time. Having finished it, you know that it is absolutely rotten. A couple of months later you wonder whether it may not be all right after all.”

On writing crime fiction:

“I wanted to be a good detective story writer, yes, and indeed by this time I was conceited enough to think that I was a good detective story writer. Some of my books satisfied and pleased me. They never pleased me entirely, of course, because I don’t suppose that is what one ever achieves. Nothing turns out quite in the way you thought it would when you are sketching out notes for the first chapter, or walking about muttering to yourself and seeing a story unroll.”

After noticing some beautiful pottery at an archaeological dig and encouraging her archaeologist husband to investigate further:

“… I think I was right to be continually asking myself ‘Why?’ all the time, because to people like me, asking why is what makes life interesting.”

Lingering thoughts about her life:

“What can I say at seventy-five? ‘Thank God for my good life, and for all the love that has been given to me.'”

Agatha Said: "I think I was right to be continually asking myself 'Why?' all the time, because to people like me, asking why is what make life interesting."
Agatha Christie: An Autobiography

Agatha Christie: The Mystery

Happy July! If you know anything about Agatha Christie, you’re probably aware of her disappearance. After all, those of us who love her work love a good mystery, and her disappearance is exactly that. There’s been so much speculation over the years, with theories ranging from plausible to absurd. In sharing quotes from Agatha’s autobiography, I wanted to highlight her voice instead of indulging assumptions, so this is the first time I’m wandering out into speculative territory. But like any good investigator, I’m going to back it up with evidence, focusing on some key clues in Agatha’s autobiography.

So let’s start with the facts. Here’s what we know: on the evening of December 3, 1926, Agatha Christie (who by this point had published six novels but was not the legend she is now) left home in her Morris Crowley car (this is significant). The next morning, her Morris Crowley was found abandoned on a steep slope near a quarry. A search ensued. For eleven days, this was big news, her face plastered on newspapers across the country.

On December 14, Agatha was recognized at a spa hotel, checked in under the name Mrs. Tressa Neele. After she was found, her husband told everyone she was suffering from amnesia and didn’t know who she was. Agatha herself didn’t offer any explanation for her disappearance and never spoke about it publicly. If she spoke to friends about it, they’ve kept quiet. (May we all have such loyal friends!)

There’s no mention in Agatha’s autobiography about this event, but there were a few things that stood out to me, clues that I think are meaningful.

Clue #1: Agatha Christie did not like public attention.

In her autobiography, she mentions several times about having stage fright. She was a very private person, not someone who liked to be the center of attention. That doesn’t mean she wasn’t sociable, but it sounds like she was much more comfortable as an observer.

She says of writing, “The most blessed thing about being an author is that you do it in private and in your own time. It can worry you, bother you, give you a headache; you can go nearly mad trying to arrange your plot in the way it should go and you know it could go; but — you do not have to stand up and make a fool of yourself in public.”

So the theory that her disappearance was all a publicity stunt? Highly unlikely. She later says of the press after that incident, “I had felt like a fox, hunted, my earths dug up and yelping hounds following me everywhere. I had always hated notoriety of any kind, and now I had had such a dose of it that at some moments I felt I could hardly bear to go on living.”

This is not a woman who likes notoriety, okay? I highly doubt she concocted this scheme to try to sell books. As clever as she was at crafting mysteries, she was not a schemer when it came to promoting herself. So I feel comfortable fully dismissing that theory.

Clue #2: Her mother died in April 1926, and in August, her husband asked for a divorce.

If you want to talk about stressors, you have two significant ones right here. In April, Agatha lost her mother, someone she was very close to. Her husband was traveling a lot at the time, and her sister was busy, so it fell to Agatha to get a start on overseeing repairs and cleaning out Ashfield, her childhood home. She took her young daughter and began the daunting process.

She says of that experience, “I suppose I was already run down and slightly ill, but turning out that house, with the memories, the hard work, the sleepless nights, reduced me to such a nervous state that I hardly knew what I was doing.”

She later admits, “I began to get confused and muddled over things. I never felt hungry and ate less and less. Sometimes I would sit down, put my hands to my head, and try to remember what it was I was doing.”

She was so isolated and overwhelmed, she tried to convince her husband to visit for the weekend, but he declined, saying it would be a long trip for such a short time. She talks about the loneliness she felt, saying, “I had always been extremely strong, and I had no understanding of how unhappiness, worry and overwork could affect your physical health. But I was upset one day when I was just about to sign a cheque and could not remember the name to sign it with. I felt exactly like Alice in Wonderland touching the tree.”

A couple days later, she had trouble starting her car. She cranked and cranked and it wouldn’t start. She says, “Finally I burst into tears, came into the house, and lay on the sofa sobbing. That worried me. Crying just because a car wouldn’t start; I must be crazy.”

You’re probably realizing how significant all of these pieces are, since one of the theories about her disappearance is that she had a nervous breakdown. This suggests that’s possible. She mentions in this section that later in life a friend was telling her about a period of unhappiness she was going through where the slightest thing made her break down in tears. Agatha’s response to her was “I think you had better be very careful; it is probably the beginning of a nervous breakdown. You ought to go and see someone about it.”

She admits she had no awareness of things like that back in 1926. This is a woman who was already under an immense amount of stress. When her husband finally did come to Ashfield in August as planned, he told her he’d fallen in love with another woman and wanted a divorce. Not exactly the comfort Agatha was desperately seeking. Honestly, that would push anyone to their breaking point. Not only did she lose her mother, she was losing her marriage too. Those are major, foundational shifts, and two of the most significant psychological stressors a person can experience.

Clue #3: Agatha loved her Morris Crowley.

Throughout Agatha’s autobiography are multiple mentions of her Morris Crowley. In 1924, after having a serialized story in The Evening News, Agatha bought herself a Morris Crowley car and learned how to drive. She had a few terrifying initial experiences (who among us wasn’t terrified to learn to operate such a mechanical beast?), but she eventually got the hang of things.

In recalling those days, she says, “Oh the joy that car was to me! I don’t suppose anyone nowadays could believe the difference it made to one’s life. To be able to go anywhere you chose; to places beyond the reach of your legs — it widened your whole horizon.”

She loved going out on drives and taking her mother out for drives. She remarks, “I don’t think anything has given me more pleasure, more joy of achievement, than my dear bottle-nosed Morris Crowley.”

Does that sound like someone who would happily abandon her dear car on the side of the road? It really doesn’t. This car represented freedom to her, and probably a sense of power, since she pushed through the terror and learned to drive. It was a gift to herself, and her husband had a significant role in helping her push through her fear to find the freedom on the other side, assuring her that of course she could learn to drive. He often provided a strong counterbalance to Agatha’s self-doubt.

Clue #4: Her friends and relatives kept telling her that her husband would change his mind.

Oooph. There are times in life when friends, in spite of their best intentions, are not helpful. They kept telling Agatha this was normal. Husbands cheat. But he would come back. Of course he would come back. Agatha was not the type of person who would’ve kicked him out and said good riddance. No, she was more than willing to forgive. She absolutely hated divorce. So she was happy to believe he would come back, that he would get over this fling and return to their family.

But that didn’t happen, except for a brief moment, a spark of hope. But that moment of “Maybe we can make this work” only seemed to reinforce his unhappiness. All that false hope people had been offering to Agatha probably made this harsh reality even more heartbreaking. And from there, her husband turned mean.

Agatha says he behaved with “a certain ruthlessness.” She doesn’t specify what that entailed, but you can imagine what happens during a contentious divorce. So the theory that her disappearance was a ploy to get her husband back . . . I understand where this theory comes from, and I can’t rule it out, but I don’t think this is the one. Maybe she got a little bit of enjoyment out of the thought of him worrying about her, but, from what I can tell, by this point in December, things were getting contentious.

Combining the Evidence

Here’s where I wander into conjecture and offer my version of events. Based on the evidence and what I’ve learned about Agatha, I think she was overwhelmed and in the middle of a ton of unresolved grief. She was struggling with grieving her mother when her husband asked for a divorce. After holding out hope that he would come to his senses, she finally began to realize this was for real and it started to become acrimonious. I don’t think she had the time or space to fully process either loss.

I think she went for a drive in her beloved Morris Crowley, probably desperate to have a moment of peace, no matter how temporary. Maybe something went wrong—an animal darted across the road, a loud noise startled her, who knows. Something forced her to pull off the road and then abandon her car. It’s possible she hit her head and suffered a concussion. And I think that was it, the final straw.

I mean, we’ve all had those times when a cascade of events all go so wrong that we just want to scream and quit everything. I believe that’s what happened for Agatha. Is that considered a nervous breakdown? Possibly. That phrase is not a clinical diagnosis, but a general and rather archaic term to describe a series of symptoms resulting in a lack of ability to perform the functions of everyday life. It’s usually triggered by extreme stress, anxiety, depression, or abuse. We can identify several of those factors in Agatha’s life that year.

Many people have found significance in the surname Agatha used to check in to the hotel, since it was the same as her husband’s lover. I don’t know whether that was intentional. I think it’s more likely that she didn’t want to use her real name and that was the first one that came to mind. There’s evidence to support that. When Agatha was signing checks after her mother died and couldn’t remember her own name, she thought maybe it was Blanche Amory, a fictional character from a story she had read. Given that, it seems likely the surname was just there in her mind and she grabbed it.

Could the whole thing have been a ploy to punish her husband or frame him for her murder? Maybe, but there’s nothing in Agatha’s life or autobiography that suggests she was ever spiteful. In fact, quite the opposite. She could’ve laid out all her ex-husband’s misdeeds in print, but she didn’t. She recounted the good times and was light on detail in the bad times. I honestly don’t think she was someone who took delight in hurting anyone else.

The full truth behind Agatha Christie’s disappearance is known only to the lady herself, but those are my thoughts, based on the evidence in her autobiography. Next month, I’ll share my final thoughts on my Agatha Christie discovery journey. But for now, I’d like to let her have the final word:

“If one chooses to look back over the journey that has been one’s life, is one entitled to ignore those memories that one dislikes? Or is that cowardice? I think, perhaps, one should take one brief look, and say: ‘Yes, this is part of my life; but it’s done with. It is a strand in the tapestry of my existence. I must recognize it because it is a part of me. But there is no need to dwell upon it.'”

Agatha Said, pt. 2

Happy December and welcome to our second Agatha Day! This month’s quote is both lovely and deep.

Agatha Said:

“I was, I suppose, always over-burdened with imagination. That has served me well in my profession – it must, indeed, be the basis of the novelist’s craft – but it can give you some bad sessions in other respects.”

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