If Agathi Christou had been born in Torquay, Devon in 1890, she might have been named Agatha Christie. However, fate brought her to be born in modern Athens and to become an avid reader of her English namesake.
The world of Hercule Poirot is the parallel universe with which the everyday existential dramas of this sensitive misanthrope engage, who struggles to come to terms with the passage of time.
Why doesn’t she hide her summer clothes? Why does she decorate two Christmas trees? Why does she take X-rays and leave them abandoned in hospitals? Why does she prefer reality shows with compulsive hoarders? Why doesn’t she drag her suitcase, even though it has wheels? And why is the most suitable psychoanalyst for her the waiter?
Hercule Poirot will be her imaginary companion on her solitary journey from Omonia to Paddington and from the beach of Varvava to the sands of Corbin Sands. Existentialism, animism, (self) irony & Greek-English phlegm, in a crime novel without a murderer.
