Nor, for that matter, do her books traffic in exploding heads, nude death marches, forced oral sex acts, or any of the other horrors piled up in Tarantino’s latest pulp fiction.
That’s not all it is, of course: It’s Sergio Leone crossed with Harold Pinter, “Stagecoach” by way of “The Thing,” and a grimly funny three-hour soak in the lingering tensions and anxieties of postbellum America (the takeaway is less “The butler did it” than “Benjamin Butler did it”).
But Tarantino has invoked Christie directly in interviews, and before I saw the film, I feared he would regard the author’s legacy in much the same way as those who’ve never bothered to read her — as convenient, even derisive shorthand for the cozy, creaky drawing-room mystery.
You know the conventions: the dinner party, the heavily foreshadowed murder, the closed circle of thinly drawn suspects, the gradual divining of means and motive, and the startling solution, relying on clues that have been deftly hidden in plain sight.
Hair Black women have been ridiculed for their hair for many many years. If we have a weave, we aren’t happy with who we are and would really like to be a white woman. Since this is already a touchy subject in the black community, it’s obvious as to why a black woman would rather avoid the whole “hair conversation” when dating a white man.
Chris Rock made the movie “Good Hair” that touched on many areas of what black women go through regarding their hair. Sure most black men hate weaves but the women I surveyed expressed how a black man would understand more because he was raised by a black woman.
Because of this, a black man knows all the changes his mother may have went through maintaining her hair. A white man on the other hand is used to naturally unenhanced straight hair that he gets to run his fingers through.The women I surveyed said they were naturally intimidated when it came to dating a white man because of their hair.Christie is the name people reach for even when they’re describing a scenario that might more accurately be attributed to one of her contemporaries, like Margery Allingham, Dorothy L. In fact, the author deviated from her formula early and often, or at least reshuffled it brilliantly: She wrote series and non-series works, detective novels and spy thrillers.Some of her most memorable mysteries unfolded not in Gosford Park-style manor houses, but on exotic holidays in the Balkans and the Middle East.One of her most atypical detective stories, “Death Comes as the End,” centers around a family in ancient Egypt.To be sure, Christie never wrote about the sort of wintry Wyoming outpost where “The Hateful Eight” takes place.