The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie

The story begins when Hastings is sent back to England from the First World War due to injury and is invited to spend his sick leave at the beautiful Styles Court by his old friend John Cavendish. If you are looking for a well read audio-book written by a British author and read by an experienced British reader, look somewhere else.Īmerican readers reading British classics in Americanese and nasal voices, monotones, local native regional accents, thank you, I can do without them. Agatha Christie’s first novel, The Mysterious Affair at Styles, was the result of a dare from her sister Madge who challenged her to write a story. It was the first novel she wrote and the one where that Belgian detective of hers was introduced. It is because I am too polite to say those three capital letters starting with W and ending with a ? The moment I came here, to listen to a couple of words being spoken, I was like as they say in their local language, 'Maaan getmeouttahere! The native local dialect accent is of course atrocious. It is most clearly Americanese, where pulse is pronounced poolse, multi is pronounced myooltie and other such imaginative atrocities in the spoken language. Unfortunately, this illiterate/ badly pronounced semi-literate dialect is proliferating itself all over the place, calling itself English. The Mysterious Affair at Styles isn’t just Agatha Christie’s first Poirot novel, it was the only Poirot novel in the public domain until 2019. What the future generations are going to listen to is badly pronounced language, which is definitely not English, reading English classics, anathema Maranatha. This place has to be kept for posterity, supposedly.

So, here we have a lishping thpitting volunteer, all right, she wasted a lot of time weading a much beloved book and posted it on. They have already infested Leebrawawkks reecawding with their mispronounced words, spoken in their native dialect which is not British English as Volunteers and messed up the whole listening experience with their squeaks, squawks and so forth. As Monsieur Poirot would say, especially when One has to go through the agony of an American trying to read the British classics.

The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie