May 12th, 2011

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I do it fast, I do it slow. (Read, you sickos.)

Man, Charles Dickens was good.

Man, Agatha Christie was good.

Man, Dickens takes a really long time to read.

Man, it helps that Christie can be read quick quick quick.

Two books right now: I'm working through Dickens's Little Dorrit and breezing through Christie's And Then There Were None. Nice to get reminded why this stuff's classic; also nice to have quicker reads alongside the big read. (And I mean big: I think Little Dorritt is longer than A Tale of Two Cities.) I have to remind myself that it very originally took a year-plus to read a Dickens book, in installments, so I shouldn't feel neurotic about the time it's taking now.

Meanwhile, their storytelling power is still so obvious. There's satire in Little Dorrit, some of it still laugh-out-loud funny nearly 150 years after Dickens wrote it. And Christie is so efficient and so seemingly breezy about it, though she herself said the book was a bear to plan and to write. All hail a good plot machine, which you hope to have in a good, quick mystery.

Don't tell me whodunit! In either book! (I already know that Little Dorritt [redacted for spoilers].

P.S. I'll also admit, I only first read Agatha Christie recently, and got in the mood to read more; but I was also inclined to read And Then There Were None because of that pretty good Family Guy murder-mystery "And Then There Were Fewer."