Oriental Hat Murder, or some such…

I logged onto FB and asked my friends if there were any pressing questions they’d like answered. My friend DC asked:

“Can a man mistake his wife for a hat?”

I wish I had a witty answer for that question but alas I do not, so I answer him with this:

“A man can be happy with (or mistake for a hat) any woman, as long as he does not love her.”

Oscar Wilde

I find that if you have no answer for something, Oscar will have. And he was much smarter than I.

You can find the correct answer to this here.

As you can see I’ll be able to squeeze a little bit of Saturday Lit.

I’m a big fan of writing, one day I hope to complete a novel. But I feel that to be truly good at something you need to study the classics, the greats and your own contemporaries. This is why I love Salvador Dali’s art so much. He studied the great painters before he gave elephants long stick like legs and melted clocks.

I have been continuing my education.

There is a reason Agatha Christie is the Queen of Crime. I picked up Poirot in Murder on the Orient Express. A positively enjoyable experience. Agatha manages to trick you into believing that you know exactly who the culprit is before revealing her hand and you see she has bluffed you all along.

Not only has she a good understanding of the range of cultures in Europe, although it can lead slightly towards the stereotypical, her knowledge of geography is erudite.

Agatha has a way of describing her characters so intimately, that you feel as though you are journeying with them. The revelations of each character after the shocking murder appear to be true to their nature and I was at a loss as to who to suspect. You are lead, much like Poirot leading his friend M. Bouc, down a path of confusion and eventually revelation, that I was not clever enough to predict.

I encourage you all to go out tomorrow, or Monday and find a classic to read. They outlive their generations for a reason!

Judy-May out!

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