The Final Word; A Letter to Agatha Christie and David Suchet

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                                                           ~The Final Word~

                             {An Open Letter to Agatha Christie and

David Suchet}

Cover for the book Suchet SHOULD have written!

Well hello, Agatha!

      Yes, I’m well aware that you're dead and I 'm smiling to myself
 as I write this.  First, because this does seem an odd thing to do. Mainly, though, I’m
 writing this letter is the ultimate 'IN YOUR FACE'! You've had it coming for quite some time.

   Additionally, I’m also writing this antagonistic epistle to your most devoted ‘parrot’, David Suchet who, without a moment’s hesitation, (or even thought, for that matter!) recites your words as if they’re Biblical cannon.   I’m glad he’s alive and can read what I have to say to both of you.  If I had to be completely honest, I’d say I was writing this letter to Mr. Suchet, as I rail at  each of you ! Since Mr. Suchet shares your malevolent attitude about Poirot, then it’s only fitting that he be told off as well as you.  

    My fan-fiction project, 'The Execution of Agatha Christie' is in the final editing phase.  Of course, each story has its own title, but the main title will be a mystery to some, even as it antagonizes your devoted followers. Either way, it will get people's attention.   This is as it needs to be, because of what you started.  However, it may surprise you to learn that this is not necessarily as I wish.

   I TRUSTED  YOU, Mr. Suchet, as I wish I could have trusted Agatha. Tragically, it turns out, I can’t trust either of you. WHY should I (or ANY reader) waste the emotional investment of reading time (the money is almost secondary) on an author and actor who treated a character with such poisonous contempt? I don’t get it! I do NOT understand!   What DID Hercule Poirot do to you, Mr. Suchet, to deserve your disdain? Do you have a personal reason for your hatred of the Belgian detective or are you just parroting your beloved Agatha?  I fantasize about getting in-your-face and demanding to know why. Why didn’t you just listen to your brother and NOT bother with the character you and Agatha wished didn’t exist?  In truth, I agree with you and Agatha, albeit, NOT for your reasons, whatever they might be.  The pair of you used Poirot to up your career game and financial ends.  Passed that, neither of you could give a damn about Hercule Poirot   

 

    It’s for the above-mentioned reason, Mr. Suchet, that Belgian detective Hercule Poirot was better off NOT existing.  I went so far as to make that happen for Agatha in the title story.  Your part in Poirot’s end comes in the last story in this project.  I’ll let you read it for yourself.  By way of a hint, you will, no doubt, be delighted to learn that your villain collaborates with Agatha’s fictional self, (aka Ariadne Oliver)  to get the deed done.  

     As to the reasons for Christie’s loathing of Poirot, I have one main theory,  which has a lot to do with the foundational source material of Poirot (man and story structure).  Simply put; Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes.  Christie SOOOO wished Holmes had been hers and 'created'  a character very close to who she wanted Poirot to be. 

    In Appointment with Death (movie, 2008) a woman named Lady Boynton is shown to be abusing her four adopted kids, simply because they weren't hers.  Christie HATED Poirot for the same reason.  He wasn't truly hers and in her gut of guts, she knew it, whatever ARROGANT claims she made to the contrary.  I won’t ask why you despised the detective, Suchet. Whatever Christie’s hostilities were, against Poirot were, you seemed content to go along with them. 

   In addition, Poirot's key personality traits, such as his pride in his career achievements, as well as his penchant for order and method come from Holmes. Common Points between Holmes/Poirot  Christie wanted Holmes and took out her frustration for the unfulfilled wish on the re-designed Holmes, rather than simply appreciating that she was able to get away with such brassy plagiarism unpunished.  It's not every day a newbie (which is what Christie was at the time) can steal off an established author.  At the end of the day, though, Christie despised Poirot because he was a re-modelled Holmes but he wasn’t HOLMES. 

    Like Lady Boynton’s abused of children who weren’t hers, Poirot was maligned for NOT being the character she wanted.

 

                                                                      

        "Why, oh WHY did I Ever create that DETESTABLE, bombastic Creature?" Christie about Poirot. 

                                                                     

      As bad, as unspeakably VILE as Christie was, to make such a VICIOUS, uncalled-for statement, about a character, who was loved by readers, it was AS BAD, if not WORSE, to read that same vitriol in the book of the ACTOR, who Poirot fans trusted with that character!  To this Poirot fan, who'd ditched Christie novels in favor of the series, your WILLINGNESS to quote that damnable diatribe was nothing shy of a kick in the stomach and a spit in the face.

    Adding injury to insult, you also said, on a British daytime talk show, that you would be willing to play Poirot again, "ONLY if AGATHA wrote the story." KNOWING full well her SEETHING ANIIMOSITY for Poirot, David Suchet, you would have ZERO problem playing the disdained detective on the condition that Poirot's foremost enemy was at the helm!  

  Well, there are POIROT fans, and I count myself among them, who have written better stories for the character than Christie ever cared to create!  I can't speak for other fans' motivation, Mr. Suchet,  but I know what mine was. I gave Hercule  Poirot the love story Christie deprived him of.  I also let him have a family because .... well, why not? 

   For all the countless times I've repeated myself in these blog posts, the one thing I honest-to-God want to do is face you down! In betraying Poirot, you stabbed his fan base in the back.  Paying tribute to Christie meant slamming the character she hated. What puzzles me, Mr. Suchet, is your abject fawning over this ...arrogant, malevolent glory-whore for 'creating' a character both you and Agatha wish never existed. Again, I don't get it. If you hold the same disdain for Poirot that Christie had,  why praise her for creating him? 

  But, since we're on the subject of  'detestable creatures',  I know an actor who treated his villain character with much more appreciation than you have for Poirot. 

                                                      

  In 1974, Paul Williams played a character named SWAN, in the movie Phantom of the Paradise.  It is relevant to note that the character in said movie was a record producer who thieves the life’s work off young composer, Winslow Leach.

    To the befuddled amazement of the entire cast of that film, Winnipeg Canada has embraced Phantom of the Paradise, which has gone on to inspire a documentary called Phantom of Winnipeg, 45 years after the movie was released.  For his part, Paul Williams appreciates Swan’s substantial contribution to his acting career.   For an established songwriter to play the guy who steals the music is an impressive acting debut. The point is, Mr. Williams thanks the character who gave him his start.  As a person, Swan was a total jerk!  (understatement!)  He was sadistic, warped and nasty when he was out to get what he wanted.  No songwriter wants to get within thieving distance of a guy like Swan.  On the other hand, as character roles go, he was gold and Paul Williams has always valued the part that little scuzz-wad had to play in  jump-starting his acting career.

    NOW, contrast Paul’s gratitude for Swan’s contribution to his career to your TOXIC ingratitude for Poirot. What makes the Belgian sleuth LESS entitled to respect than a despotic record producer who reduces an aspiring songwriter’s life to a living hell?!?!

    I eagerly await your explanation.

                       

💔BETRAYAL of TRUST😭

As I write this,  my mother might be dead, and I'm not sure what to feel or even if I even care to feel anything.   Oh, I probably will be bothered in some way.  The thing is, I don't know if I should.
See, my mother didn't want her kids, and she had no shame in letting us know.  But that's just the problem with my mother. She had no shame.  No shame, no self respect and ZERO common sense.
   Once upon a time,  her doctor told her that, because of her irregular period, it was UNLIKELY she could get pregnant.  Somehow, that UNLIKELY became IMPOSSIBLE in her ears. So she did what came naturally to her, and, lo and behold, she got pregnant.  Not sure how old mommy dear was when she got pregnant with the baby she miscarried on a Ferris Wheel.  Some kids have all the luck.
Skip to... her first marriage.  She got pregnant then, had a girl and then left the child with her father when she found out that her husband...batted for the other team as it were.  And he turned out to be her better choice. It went downhill from there.
Now, I'm not sure what the circumstances were, surrounding the abuse.  Did my biological father abuse her because she was sleeping around or did she sleep around because he abused her?  Not sure.  All I know is that she had kids with a man who beat her for twenty years. She had kids for two reasons;   1) She loved SEX  and 2)  Abortion was not legal at the time. As kids, we felt forced to do what we could to prevent the abuse of our mother by our father.  Eventually, however, my siblings got fed up trying to stop the abuse because they knew what would come from it, and what wouldn't actually happen.   
  I stuck up for that woman for years.  Defended her against him.  Even injured him on a couple of those occasions to stop him from beating her around.
Today, as I write this, I wish to God I'd let my father kill her!  My bad. Then again, what kid thinks  or WANTS to think of their mother as a promiscuous alley cat (apologies to any alley cat who might take offense) .  She was, though. Four decades after I fought my father to save my mother from his abuse,  she sings HIS praises while telling her adult kids   ( at least me)  that she never wanted kids and wishes she could sue her (Newfie ) doctor for telling her she couldn't get pregnant.  Sorry, but a doctor cannot be held responsible for his patient's LACK of responsibility.
Then again, she didn't think. It didn't dawn on that woman that sex makes babies, especially when you aren't expecting them and don't want them.  And she didn't think about the impact her heartless words would have, on those who had protected her from the abuse she liked after all. As well as the abuser she preferred over the kids she had with him.
It was a cold betrayal and I didn't want to deal with it anymore.  She continued singing the praises of her abuser, despite being asked and then told to STOP talking this guy up like he was Oskar Schindler.  She still loved the guy who abused her, but she didn't care about the kids she had with him.  She never cared what we did with the rest of our lives.  She never even bothered to ask.
Like I already said,  I don't know if my mother is dead.  My sisters don't mention her to me. Maybe because they got fed up with her like I did.  Or they're just more respectful than she is or was. That wouldn't be too difficult.  Mother  did like throwing the matter of her WILL in our faces.  "Oh this one's in. That one's out."   It was  a manipulation. As if money would make me put up with someone who repeatedly told her kids that we weren't wanted by her.
The more I think about it now,  the more I wish I could have gone to med school  or taken courses in social work so I could be a councilor at an abortion clinic.  But I didn't know at the time, what has since been discovered.
Betrayal has an interesting effect on those betrayed.  Especially when the traitor is  someone assumed trustworthy and who should have been worthy of trust.  Consequences of that betrayal can take interesting forms.  For the time being,  I'm not sure what form my retribution will take.   However, being a writer,  I can take a guess.
Speaking of writers,  though, there's a part 2 for this post, dealing another form of betrayal and the poor soul who, like myself, would end up being stabbed in the back by someone he should have been able to trust.  His 'creator'  no less.
So I'll end here and work on part two after I get some sleep.
Later.
Johanna