Agatha Christie

So…Today we’re going to talk about me because I m fabulous and

famous. No, no me like roxana, but me like agatha christie because I m a ghost
and I rent roxana’s body. During my life I was Miss Marple, Hector Poirot, Parker
Pyne, Harley Quin , Tommy and Tuppence Beresford and Mary Westmacott
because I was a child with a lot of imagination and a woman with ambition.

To begin with my personal life.I was born on 15 September 1890 into a

wealthy upper middle-class family in Ashfield and I died on 12 January 1925 at age
85. My mom was called Clara and my dad was called Frederick.

My childhood was very happy. My time was spent alternating between my

home in Devon, my step aunt’s house in Ealing, West London and parts of
Southern Europe. My mom was a psyhic with the ability of second sight and that’s
the main reason for what do I wrote crime novels. She scared me a . My mom
insisted that I receive a home education, so my parents were responsible for
teaching me to read and write, and to be able to perform basic arithmetic. They
also taugh me about music and I learned to play both the piano and the mandolin.
My dad was often ill, suffering from a series of heart attacks and in
November 1901 he died and I was obliged to go to learn like others children at
school, to Paris. In 1910, when I returned to England I found my mom ill and we
decided to spend more time together in the warmer climate of Cairo.
When we returned to England, I continued my social activities. I was writing
and performing in amateur theatrics, I also helped put on a play called ,, the blue
beard of unhappiness” with some friends. My writing extended to both poetry
and music.
I had long been a fan of detective novels, having enjoyed Wilkie Collins
“The women in White” and “The Moonstone” as well as Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s
early Sherlock Holmes stories. I wrote my own detective novel: “The Mysterious
Affair at Styles. It was published in 1920 and it introduced the detective Hector
Poirot , portayed as a former Belgian police officer noted for his twirly large
“magnificient moustaches” and egg-shaped head, who took refuge in Britain after
Germany had invaded Belgium. My inspiration for this stemmed from real Belgian
refugees who were living in Torquay. Also, Hector Poirot became a long-running
character in many of my works, appearing in 33 novels and 54 short stories.
The “Styles” manuscript was not accepted by such publishing companies.
However, a strange man who called John Lane( an usual name in England) kept
the submission for several months, then offered to accept it provided I change the
ending. Because I was poor and my little girl, Margaret needed new dressed,
dolls, books and stuff like this, I did so and then I signed the contract that later I
felt was exploitative. Like Sir Arthur with his character, Sherlock Holmes I was to
become tired of my detective Poirot and by the end of 1930s I wrote my own
diary that I was finding Poirot insufferable and by the end of the 1960s I felt that
he was an egocentric creep. However, unlike Conan Doyle( althought he was my
idol) I resisted the temptetion to kill my detective off while he was still popular. I
was a little hypocrite and materialistic because I saw myself as an entertainer
whose job was to produce what the public liked and the public really liked Hector
Poirot because he gave mystery and adrenaline. But in 1927 I introduced Miss
Marple in the short stories “The Thirteen Problems”. She was based on my
grandmother. Marple appeared in 12 novels. During the Second World War I
wrote 2 novels “Curtain” and “Sleeping Murder” intended as the least case of
these two great detectives, Hercule Poirot and Jane Marple.
Because I’m tired and you’re bored I’m trying to finish and because
you were obidient I have to be honest with you… ocasionally I inserted
stereotyped descriptions into my work, particullary of the Second World War, but
I’ m still famous, a lot of people call me “The Queen of Crime”. In 2013, The
“Murder of Roger Ackroyd” was voted the best crime novel ever by 600 fellow
writers of the Crime Writers’ Association.
I died on 12 January 1976 at age 85 from natural causes.
Thank you for your attention because, nowadays, it’s very hard to sit
on a chair and listening to an annoying old lady, speaking about her life. You were
awesome because you didn’t have any questions.