Fascinating account of Agatha Christie's participation in a 1922 round-the-world mission to engender enthusiasm for the British Empire Exhibition, a sort of World's Fair of the Empire intended to exploit the raw material wealth of the Colonies, foster trade and open new markets. A not-entirely-seamless mash-up of Christie's original letters and postcards home, photos and newspaper clippings, and diary entries, with each leg of the journey introduced by an excerpt from her autobiography, and the whole bookended by a heart-felt Introduction and Epilogue by Christie's grandson Mathew Prichard. This has its faults, but it's still a fascinating look at the attitudes and reactions of a remarkable woman "before she was famous," as as well as a glimpse of a world that is now gone forever. (And, based on what we see here, demonstrates that might not be a bad thing ...).
The faults -- just to get them out of the way: the format is repetitive. Reproducing both the letters and diary entries, and the excerpts from her Autobiography, is interesting, because the autobiography provides additional context and some hindsight. But, of necessity, it means much repetition -- many times, I'd find myself thinking, Didn't I just read that? The photos are interesting, but pretty poor quality and, as holiday snapshots, don't show us what we really want to see: Christie wanted to capture the scenery, with a tiny figure in the foreground. I wanted better looks at the individuals involved. Lots of photos of people standing in brilliant sunshine, wearing big hats that completely throw their faces into deep shade ... And the newspaper clipping are blurry, and hard to read.
But it's a wonderful historical document: it captures attitudes to the Empire, at a point just before things would change forever -- the slightly patronising attitude of some of the Mission participants from the Mother Country. The desperate yearning of some of the Colonials to be seen as equals, and truly worthy of their place in the Empire. The beginning of some inkling that, hey, maybe we're being exploited here, aren't we just as good as you, really ...? (Christie was a Woman of Her Time, and her reaction to some of the more Bolshie Colonials is hilarious ... Oh, and the indigenous populations. Always kindly, and even reasonably respectful, but let's face it, borderline-racist ... Might as well get that out of the way. Don't read if you are easily offended ...) As an account of the attitude of the British Empire to its Dominions, as resources to be exploited and markets to be monopolised, and Little People to be pushed around, it's a fascinating grace-note to Imperial history.
Taken as a whole package, this would be mildly interesting even if the letter-writer and diary-keeper did not happen to be one Mrs. (one day Dame) Agatha Christie. As an account of international travel, it captures the challenges that have long-since disappeared -- the long weeks on the ocean, the days in hot, uncomfortable railway carriages, the hours crammed into open-top automobiles where the only repairs available where the ones you could do yourself. The excitement of it, too, and the sheer "once in a lifetime" of it, that is hard to comprehend. (Except now, as we're wondering if we're ever going to feel brave enough to travel overseas again ...)
I decided to get my hands on this, after reading The Man in the Brown Suit, the stand alone-murder mystery that Christie wrote, which is a thinly fictionalized roman a clef based on the participants and itinerary of the first leg of the Tour. I was curious about how fiction and reality would meet. What came as a big surprise was that I assumed that Christie had been invited as a minor B-list celebrity, based on her dawning notoriety as author of The Mysterious Affair at Styles, to add a bit of glamour, a bit of "culture" -- but no. She was there solely as the wife of Major Archibald Christie, who had been drafted in as accountant for the tour. (Her mother told her "A wife's duty is to go with her husband ... A husband must come first, even before your children." The Christies left their 2-year-old daughter with relatives for the 10 months of the Mission, and although Christie missed her terribly, she told herself, "...she's got Nurse." ... As I say, some things have definitely changed for the better ... )
But if you would like to understand why Mrs. Archibald Christie became Dame Agatha, Queen of Crime, this is a good place to start. Christie's observational skills are amazing, her choice of words, her sense of characters, and her insights into the subtleties and absurdities of her circumstances are witty and clear-sighted ... She has a novelist's eye, and the instincts of a social historian. At times, her diaries and letters read like one of her mysteries -- without the murder ... (Although, we learn, that was a very close run thing for Major E.A Belcher, the leader of the Mission and a world-class pain in the neck and toxic boss. Her initial idea for "Brown Suit" was that he was the victim, and I'm sure the whole party would have liked that ... )
What I especially enjoyed was that sense that we were seeing Christie at a crucial moment in her life: before she was famous, yes, but also before she was betrayed by her husband, and her life took a different, less conventional course. Pritchard, in his Introduction, reveals the heart-breaking observation that the Agatha he sees in the diary and letters isn't the Grandmother he knew: Agatha of 1922 is funny, very sociable and fearless, gently bucking norms and expressing her opinion. In his opinion, her betrayal by Archie Christie, which closely followed the death of her beloved Mother, changed her -- made her more shy and less willing to push herself to the front of the crowd. (An interesting, and perhaps painful irony for the lady who would have to live for many years with the title Queen of Crime, and a world-wide fan base who always wanted a piece of her ...)
It's fascinating to see glimpses of Christie-before-she's-Christie: it's enraging, for example, to see the reproduction of an interview that appeared in an Australian newspaper, which is so patronising and belittling: oh, a little lady who thinks she can write murder mysteries, isn't that sweet ...? I like to think that, years later, the journalist who wrote that article realized who he/she had been speaking to, and blushed.
But there are lovely moments, too, reflecting where she is on her professional arc: mentioning that she's working on a new Tommy and Tuppence novel, for which she has high hopes. (With the benefit of hindsight, we know that the Tommy and Tuppence stories are the very least of her oeuvre, and are almost unreadable today ...). Her pride that the publication of a collection of her short stories means that she is now the author of FIVE BOOKS. Think of it!! Just makes me want to hug her, and say oh, Agatha, sweetie, you ain't seen nutthin' yet ..
Two quotes, displaying some interesting attitudes to those above and below her on the social scale ...
"Today was the Opening of Parliament [in South Africa] ... Prince Arthur [of Connaught, grandson of Queen Victoria] read the speech very well, and the princess looked almost nice for a Royal ..."
"On Monday I went to the Races with Mrs. Theodore, the Premier's wife [Ted Theodore, Labour Premier of Queensland, Australia]. She is quite nice -- very worn out with children and no servants, and the duties of a Premier's wife on top of it all."