Short and sweet. The story is presented as a monologue, with Miss Marple addressing Raymond (her nephew) and Joan (Raymond’s wife). This is because it was originally commissioned for radio, where it was read by Christie herself. I thought this broadcast version was available online somewhere, but the last time I checked I couldn’t find it. I’m sure it’s out there though.
What we’re presented with is a “perfect murder” or locked-room mystery. A woman goes in to her bedroom and is then found stabbed to death on her bed a few hours later, even though the doors and windows to her bedroom are all locked from the inside.
When talking about magic tricks that seem impossible, the rule is that if there’s only one way it could be done then that’s the way it had to have been done (I’m getting this from a video I watched by Penn Jillette). In this case there is an out that’s presented and as soon as it is then you can probably figure out how things must have been arranged. But I did like the way the solution turned on how we can all look at things and not see them. It’s the cocktail-party effect, as we filter out everything that we may be aware of but that our brains tell us isn’t important. In this case it also comes with a class argument, which made me think of how Paul Fussell in his book Class describes homeless people as being invisible even as they’re living on the street in plain sight.
Sounds more intriguing than the usual Marples.
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It’s a quick puzzle to solve. The deeper explanation behind it all is a stretch, but the short version is nice and tidy.
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If I was homeless, I’d go live in California, in one of the big cities.
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Have to be someplace where it’s warm year round. So SoCal.
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I wonder if riding the rails is still an option these days? Because no one is going to pick up hobos and drive them to CA from this side of the country.
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I don’t think it’s as easy to just hop into empty boxcars like it was in ye olden days. I think they use more shipping containers, and everything is locked up pretty tight. Might have to just stick your thumb out and take your chances with getting picked up by a serial killer.
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Well, maybe if a Miss Marple type trundles on by maybe I’ll see if the hobo lifestyle is for me. And maybe she’ll be so smart that she’ll win the lottery and give me a cut. Of the lottery, not with a knife I mean…
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Pretty sure Miss M doesn’t drive. Makes me wonder if Christie did.
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Did a check online and apparently she did drive. Had her own car and all.
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Then there is still hope…
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Did Christie have a chauffer? or just travel by rail? Riding the rails….
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I think she drove. She had a license anyway. For some reason that surprised me a bit.
I’m still pretty sure Miss Marple didn’t know how to drive. At least I haven’t seen any references to her driving yet. She considers herself to be a Victorian.
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So, what WOULD an American Miss Marple be called anyway? Miss Mabel?
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Miss Daisy had a driver.
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Hmm, you seem to be double commenting these days. Flaky internet connection or device issues?
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Yeah, having to delete the extra ones. Think it’s a mouse issue. But who knows.
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Maybe Miss Daisy can drive up to Canada and solve “The Mystery of the Mouse!” Should make for a thrilling tale…
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Miss M’s knowledge of human nature based on observations of village life might not be of much help.
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