It’s not often that I get together with fellow writers, but yesterday I had lunch with two freelancers I’ve known for many years. On the way to our lunch, I took in the memorial to Agatha Christie, which was erected by St Martin’s Cross in London’s West End in 2012.
That gave me pause for thought – I may never have such a formidable marking of my presence as a writer, but we all have a part to play. I like the fact that it was the 60th anniversary of The Mousetrap in London and the great writer’s legacy lives on.
I’ve never believed in ranking writers. We’re all different. We all have our own styles and foibles. There are some I sometimes prefer to Christie, and some I will never again read (naming no names), but the act of writing brings something out of every individual that makes that endeavour and the results should never be completely ignored.
Christie once said: “Your criticism is bound to be that you yourself would have written it in such and such a way, but that does not mean that it would be right for another author. We all have our own ways of expressing ourselves.”
It is undeniable that Christie is the best-selling novelist – selling around 2 billion copies at the last count. Worthy of a memorial in central London, then.