A couple of days ago a friend remarked that my infactuation with Hercule Poirot in fact is a fetish. This, after I gloriously mentioned that I found the complete series of BBC Radio Dramas of Agatha Christies novels.
I never thought of it before, but I do understand that to others the joy my discovery brought me might seem a bit off.
I haven't always loved Hercule Poirot. In fact I thought he was quite obnockious at first. I even preferd Miss Marple (the old hag). But soon enough Hercule won my heart, although:
- he's a pompus fart
- he enjoyes talking about himself in third person
- wherever he goes you can rest assure - someone's going to get murdered.
Besides loving Hercule I love pinup's too. My friend saw a link - why do you enjoy these strange things, what's the common ground?
Now I've spent 2 days thinking about it and reached the marvelous conclusion that both pinup girls and Hercule represent a prettier picture in harsch times.
Hercule was most active during the depression and then later during the world war (II). He is described in aristocratic surroundings and the state of the world seems far away.
Pinups came during the war, as eye-candy for soldiers.
Each represented a welcomed escape for their readers and watchers.
I imagine that's what I adore about them too, as comfort in confusing times.
My tip is not to read Agatha Christies books.
Try to get a hold of the BBC dramas and curl up and listen to them before you go to sleep. Or simply watch any of the movies, or the TV-series.