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Ratnesar seems to downplay Reagan's effect on the fall of the Berlin Wall. Diplomacy has often combined an iron fist and a velvet glove. Reagan also appreciated the importance of opening minds, a warm heart and a silver tongue. S MacDermott, TORQUAY, ENGLAND...
...that her husband's rejection was obliterating to Agatha: she liked herself and thought life was fun. She grew up in the Devon town of Torquay, the child of a well-born Englishwoman and an affable American expatriate who let his wealth evaporate in the hands of remote, incompetent New York brokers. She was a much-loved but solitary child who entertained herself effortlessly, playing for hours in the garden, bowling her hoop along the stations of three imaginary railway lines: "Lily of the Valley Bed. Change for the Tubular Railway here. Tub. Terminus. All change." Twelve years...
...comes Sleeping Murder, the other manuscript that slumbered in the vault for roughly 40 years. It has a switcheroo, all right. The good news is that Miss Marple does not die at all. Instead she was last seen looking out on the harbor at Torquay (where Agatha Christie was born). Less welcome is the news that in this final book she barely comes to life...
...Great Restorer is the godlike genius detective. Christie's own genius resided in a mind of intimidating clarity. She never allowed emotion or philosophical doubt to cloud her devious conceptions or hinder the icy logic of their untanglings. Born Agatha Mary Clarissa Miller in Torquay, she was the daughter of a rich American and an English mother. Although gifted with a good singing voice, she abandoned a stage career because of her shyness. In 1914 she married a British airman, Colonel Archibald Christie, and plunged into the war effort. Between volunteer nursing and practicing pharmacy, she wrote her first...
...vanishing into walls. Yet there is enough sheer horror to send chills through the stoutest cynic. One example is a thoroughly detailed struggle with a "malevolent thing"-endured in the early '20s by Author Beverley Nichols and his friend Lord St. Audries in a dilapidated house in Torquay, Devon. Underwood also deals at length with the carefully analyzed spookery at Borley Rectory, Essex. Before the house was destroyed in an appropriately mysterious 1939 fire, several researchers who spent many days and nights investigating the strange goings-on at the rectory reported unexplainable experiences involving figures, voices, messages, poltergeists...