“No sign, so far, of anything sinister—but I live in hope”—Adam, in Christie
Christie’s Poirot #34, just a few more to go. After a couple of books where (the rich) Christie seems to defer to the poor and minorities in ways not typical for her, she returns for her story to a fairly typical setting, a stunning place filled with, hey, rich people! (After reading all these in the gutter noir novels by Cain and Thompson, it is quite a contrast, let me tell ya!). This time it’s Meadowbank, one of the most exclusive girls’ schools in England, which gives us the opportunity to examine white British girl/women culture in England in the fifties, standards for which are being shared with minorities who are fortunate enough to attend the school. For instance, there’s a 3-4 page exposition by a Meadowbank teacher on appropriate English brassieres for this period, given for the benefit of a “foreign” student who has more “exotic” tastes for fashion. And wouldn’t you know it, this bit figures into the plot!
And yes, Christie writes of rich people, but whereas in earlier books Christie wrote about the rich in a seemingly uncritical fashion, we get a clearer idea of Christie’s view in this book. Oh, some of the rich were shallow and clueless in earlier books, but that was comedy. Poirot was and is always a snob, but a charming snob. In Cat Among Pigeons we get an admirable character to help us see the rich for what they often are: The Bull, Miss Bullstrode, the likeable and strong headmistress who is not a snob, not ethnocentric.
Miss Johnson: “We have difficulties with the foreigners sometimes. . . Foreigners are much more precocious than English girls.” The Headmistress thinks this may be the brandy talking, but also chides Miss Johnson not to be “too insular.”
But yes, there is more than multiculturalism in Cat Among the Pigeons; there’s also Murder at Meadowbank (a better title, I think). At least one. . .
“Was Miss Springer well liked?” he [Kelsey] asked.
“Well, really, I couldn’t say. She’s dead, after all.”
The stories include chapters featuring letters sent home by the girls from school, some of them amusing, cute, I guess. As a teacher beginning yet another semester, I was interested to see the conservative fifties approach to schooling and life, the staff conflicts, and the girls’ reflections on all this. And then, about the murder!
“Dear Mummy, We had a murder last night. I thought you would want to know.”
The mystery begins in the Palace of Ramat, with a Prince Ali Yusuf, followed by a couple murders, some missing jewels, leading to Meadowbank, where young (and precocious) Shaista is a student. Follow the jewels and the exotic foreigners!
Most of the necessary preliminary investigative work is done by two able inspectors, so Poirot doesn’t even make an appearance until nearly three quarters into the book, which is unusual, but I didn’t miss him. I had Bulstrode to pay attention to, my favorite character in this one, which I ended up liking quite a bit, though the solution comes rather quickly from Poirot, and is not all that interesting compared to other solutions from her. Miss Bulstrode is finally a rather progressive headmistress. I liked her discussion toward the end with her successor, the charmingly disheveled Miss Hill, about the necessity for a democratic approach to schooling and ethnic differences. At the beginning of yet another school year, I like the reminders about how to make schooling more relevant and engaging! From a 1964 mystery novelist!