It was the biggest manhunt in Britain: police, the press, aeroplanes, psychics all tried to solve the disappearance. In the end nobody really knew what happened. It was a mystery without a solution.
This is the story of Agatha Christie's 11 lost days...
By 1926 Agatha Christie's reputation as a writer was setting to grow. Her sixth novel - The Murder of Roger Ackroyd - had been well-received and she and her husband Archie had recently concluded a world tour. But all was not well with the marriage.
In April 1926 Agatha Christie’s mother died. Christie was very close to her: she had been home-schooled and believed her mother was clairvoyant. The shock of her sudden death hit the author hard.
Shortly afterwards her husband Archie told Agatha he was in love with his secretary Nancy Neele and wanted a divorce. For the sake of the children the Christies kept up the pretence of marriage, moving to their country house Styles whilst Archie continued his affair.
Then, on the morning of December 3, Agatha and Archie had an argument. Archie left to spend a weekend away with his mistress. Agatha left her daughter with the housekeeper, got into her car and drove away.
The next morning her abandoned Morris Cowley was found in the bushes at Newlands Corner, Guildford. It looked like a car accident, but the driver was missing. The headlights were on and a suitcase and coat remained in the back seat.
After three days of searching for Christie, speculation began to mount. The press published lurid theories as to what might have happened. Both Archie Christie and his mistress Nancy Neale were under suspicion. Could Agatha have been murdered?
Christie was known to be in a depressed state from her mother's death and Archie's affair, as well as literary overwork. A local lake - known as the Silent Pool - was dredged by police in case she had committed suicide.
Other less charitable explanations were circulating too: it was a publicity stunt to sell more books; the disappearance was a cruel hoax to punish Archie's infidelity. Nobody knew for certain.
Fellow mystery writers got involved in the case. Arthur Conan Doyle - a keen spiritualist - took one of Christie’s gloves to a medium in the hope that it would provide answers. Dorothy L. Sayers visited Newlands Corner to search for possible clues.
A week after Christie's disappearance the case was front page news in the New York Times. A huge manhunt was underway with thousands of police and eager volunteers combing the country. Spotter planes were brought in to help.
Then, ten days after she had vanished, a waiter at the Hydropathic Hotel in Harrogate contacted the police. He believed that a South African guest by the name of Theresa Neale may actually be Agatha Christie in disguise.
Archie travelled to Harrogate with the police. He took a seat in the hotel’s dining room and watched 'Theresa Neale' walk in, sit down and start reading a newspaper which had her own disappearance on its front page. When he approached her she seemed not to recognise him.
She returned home with him. At the time Archie stated that his wife was suffering from amnesia and concussion, later corroborated by two doctors. "She does not know why she is here" he told the press.
Agatha and Archie divorced in 1928. He married Nancy Neele whilst she retained custody of their daughter and kept the name Christie for her writing. Two years later, having travelled to Baghdad on the Orient Express, she met and later married the archaeologist Max Mallowan.
So what really happened? Christie herself did not discuss the incident, leaving it out of her autobiography. Could it have been amnesia? Was it a revenge plot against philandering Archie? Was it a breakdown? An averted suicide attempt? We will never know for certain.
The latest theory is that Agatha Christie was in a fugue state: a psychogenic trance brought on by trauma and depression. She literally did not recognise herself, and possibly didn't understand what had happened to her.
Agatha Christie went on to enjoy a long and successful writing career and a happy marriage to Max. She passed away in 1976, age 85, from natural causes. Whatever happened on those 11 missing days is a mystery that at least had a happy ending.
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He was the terror of London; a demonic figure with glowing eyes and fiery breath who could leap ten feet high. The penny dreadfuls of the time wrote up his exploits in lurid terms. But who was he really?
Today I look at one of the earliest pulp legends: Spring-Heeled Jack!
London has always attracted ghosts, and in the 19th Century they increasingly left their haunted houses and graveyards and began to wader the capital's streets.
But one apparition caught the Victorian public attention more than most...
In October 1837 a 'leaping character' with a look of the Devil began to prey on Londoners. Often he would leap high into the air and land in front of a carriage, causing it to crash. It would then flee with a high-pitched laugh.
It was the biggest manhunt in Britain: police, the press, aeroplanes, psychics all tried to solve the disappearance. In the end nobody really knew what happened. It was a mystery without a solution.
This is the story of Agatha Christie's 11 lost days...
By 1926 Agatha Christie's reputation as a writer was starting to grow. Her sixth novel - The Murder of Roger Ackroyd - had been well-received and she and her husband Archie had recently concluded a world tour. But all was not well with the marriage.
In April 1926 Agatha Christie’s mother died. Christie was very close to her: she had been home-schooled and believed her mother was clairvoyant. The shock of her sudden death hit the author hard.
Many readers have asked me over the years what my definition of pulp is. I've thought about it a lot, and the definition I keep coming back to... well it may surprise you.
Let me try and set it out.
There are lots of definitions of pulp out there: in books, in academic papers and on the web. And most circle back to the same three points: the medium, the story type and the method of writing.
Pulp is of course a type of cheap, coarse paper stock. Its use in magazine production from the 1890s onwards led to it becoming a shorthand term for the kind of fiction found in low cost story magazines.
let's take a look at the extraordinary work of Victorian illustrator and cat lover Louis Wain!
Louis Wain was born in London in 1860. Although he is best known for his drawings of cats he started out as a Victorian press illustrator. His work is highly collectable.
Wain had a very difficult life; born with a cleft lip he was not allowed to attend school. His freelance drawing work supported his mother and sisters after his father died. Aged 23 he married his sisters' governess, Emily Richardson, 10 years his senior.
Over the years a number of people have asked me if I have a favourite pulp film. Well I do. It's this one.
This is the story of Alphaville...
Alphaville: une étrange aventure de Lemmy Caution (1965) was Jean-Luc Godard’s ninth feature film. A heady mix of spy noir, science fiction and the Nouvelle Vague at its heart is a poetic conflict between a hard-boiled secret agent and a supercomputer’s brave new world.
British writer Peter Cheyney had created the fictitious American investigator Lemmy Caution in 1936. As well as appearing in 10 novels Caution featured in over a dozen post-war French films, mostly played by singer Eddie Constantine whom Godard was keen to work with.
Al Hartley may have been famous for his work on Archie Comics, but in the 1970s he was drawn to a very different scene: God.
Today in pulp I look back at Hartley's work for Spire Christian Comics - a publisher that set out to spread the groovy gospel...
Spire Christian Comics was an offshoot of Spire Books, a mass-market religious paperback line launched in 1963 by the Fleming H. Revell company. The point of Spire Books was to get religious novels into secular stores, so a move into comic books in 1972 seemed a logical choice.
The idea was to create comic book versions of popular Spire Books like The Cross and the Switchblade; David Wilkinson's autobiographical tale of being a pastor in 1960s New York. It had already been turned into a film, but who could make it into a comic?