Agatha Christie died a couple of months after I wrote a newspaper book review of her latest work. Considering the time it must have taken in those past days for any mention of my review to reach her (if it ever did), I like to think she died happy. Perhaps within the hour. I was a fan.
Christie's works have not yet entered the public realm, and I don't know how whomever has control of her "rights", finally got them. And it is foolish to think of controlling something after you're dead. Perhaps I'll put a curse on my grave. But it doesn't seem proper to have someone else write a Poirot mystery. Regardless of how well they do.
Of course, I am a hypocrite in this observation. I've written a novel containing the "missing" diaries of Franz Kafka. Spun with respect and good intention and deep research, but spun by me, nevertheless. I imagine many a lover of Kafka will look askance at that.
Indeed, I am a double hypocrite. Had I been tapped to do the Christie chore, I would have leaped at the chance. Zee little grey cells are already intrigued. [DE]
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By Jason Boog
A new Hercule Poirot novel will be published next year, nearly 40 years after the publication of the final book featuring Agatha Christie‘s famous detective.
Sophie Hannah (pictured, via) will write the fully-authorized Poirot novel, and William Morrow will publish the “diabolically clever murder mystery” September 2014.