- Taschenbuch: 208 Seiten
- Verlag: Harpercollins Publishers; Auflage: New Ed (7. Juni 1999)
- Sprache: Englisch
- ISBN-10: 0006531148
- ISBN-13: 978-0006531142
- Größe und/oder Gewicht: 13 x 1,5 x 19,7 cm
- Durchschnittliche Kundenbewertung: 3 Kundenrezensionen
- Amazon Bestseller-Rang: Nr. 22.812 in Fremdsprachige Bücher (Siehe Top 100 in Fremdsprachige Bücher)
Come, Tell Me How You Live: An Archaeological Memoir (Englisch) Taschenbuch – 7. Juni 1999
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'Perfectly delightful... colourful, lively and occasionally touching and thought-provoking' Charles Osborne, Books & Bookmen 'Good and enjoyable... she has a delightfully light touch' Marghanita Laski, Country Life
Agatha Christie's memoirs about her travels to Syria and Iraq in the 1930s with her archaeologist husband Max Mallowan Agatha Christie was already well known as a crime writer when she accompanied her husband, Max Mallowan, to Syria and Iraq in the 1930s. She took enormous interest in all his excavations, and when friends asked what her strange life was like, she decided to answer their questions in this delightful book. First published in 1946, Come, Tell Me How You Live is now reissued in B format. It gives a charming picture of Agatha Christie herself, and is, as Jacquetta Hawkes concludes in her Introduction, 'a pure pleasure to read'.Alle Produktbeschreibungen
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Many things seem uncivilized and probably medieval to her. The British Empire covered around 25% of the earth's surface and about a quarter of the world population, so she must have felt a certain pride in her nation's accomplishments. Sometimes there seems to a feeling of a "white man's burden" and a certain arrogance and condescension towards the local people, based on her feelings of superiority, but then, it must have been hard for her not to feel that way. She sat down and wrote her memoirs during the height of World War II when the Middle Easterners can't have seemed all that bad any more, considering how the European nations were going at each other.
All in all, it is a very good book to read, full of light humor and describing a world that has completely vanished - a window into a time long gone by and not to return. Very recommendable.
ich mochte schon ihre autobiografie sehr gerne und wurde auch bei diesem buch nicht enttäuscht.
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The title, in fact, is a pun on "tell," the Arabic word for hill or mound, which is used in the Middle East to describe the hill-like shapes of buried archaeological sites.
This book is probably the most humorous book the detective writer has ever written. She not only puts her own fame in perspective, but also acts as a keen observer of those little things that make humans such funny creatures. Although you never lose the impression that most of the characters in this non-fiction book are caricatures of real people, it still gives you a plausible impression of how life strolled on in the Middle East at that time.
Do not expect a serious treatise on archaeological excavations, because you won't find any scientific information in this book. What you can expect is a rather messy hodgepodge of all-day situations that may bring a smile on your face. And that's fine with me, because that's all Agatha intended it to be: an easily digested chronicle written with love.
Married to an archeologist, who worked mainly at that part of the world once known as Mesopotamia, Agatha has participated in many expeditions with her husband and team. Her book is about her day life at the camp, trying to manage the servants, struggling to develop photos of the objects in a suffocating studio, fighting her own shyness when it comes to talk to the expedition's architect. Piece by piece, she take us back to this almost mysterious past with her talent and good sense of humor.
Mine is an old edition, but when I feel a little depressed or sad, I always go back to its pages. It heals my soul. Every time.
This chronicle, written and published against her agent's and publisher's advice was written shortly before WWII broke out and describes life on archaelogical digs in the Middle East. Christie gives us descriptions of areas that figure prominently in today's news, Beruit, Basura, Afghanistan. Events that shape present day headlines are recent events at this time, the Armenian massacres for example. While Christie mentions these larger events her focus is on the day to day lives of those around her, the interactions of Europeans, Arabs, Kurds and others. She describes a time when a twenty five mile trip into the nearest town could take two or more days, and where communication was almost nonexistent. In this exotic location she relates homey little tales of village life such as Miss Marple would know (though without the murders).
As another reviewer has already mentioned these memoirs are reminiscent of Elizabeth Peter's Amelia Peabody novels both in setting and wry tone. For fans of Christie it is a treat to get a glimpse into this very private woman's private life. From time to time a situation or person that has appeared in her stories can be seen here 'in real life'.
Who knew she could write so well? Not a slap to the great HP, Miss M, T&T et al, as I have enjoyed them all over the past several decades, but this is a different Agatha Christie. Funny, droll, wickedly observant with trenchant postings of self and others. And writing about a world we see today only in headlines of blood, war, dictators. Her opening line is about the joy in leaving next day for Syria! [her exclamation point]. And in the descriptions you see HP in the Frenchman on the Orient Express the Mallowans take at the start of their journey - he neatly complains about how that train service has deteriorated. Her writing style here surprised me: a bit Barbara Pym, a bit Miss Read, a bit "The Provincial Lady," but all brewed and distilled into her own particular cup of tea.