Much more than her mysteries, I enjoyed her memoir:
AgathaChristie Mallowan, Come, Tell Me How You Live;(
Reader 2000) 1946.
Christie's second husband, Max Mallowan, is 14 years her junior and an archeologist who can quietly take things in hand, even religious battles among muslims and kurds
Working on his Tell. They pack up trunks of books for their trips. Agatha accompanies him many years, lives in both primitive conditions and houses constructed for their convenience, manned by an interesting assortment of servants. They call their oversized, top-heavy lorry Queen Mary, their small sedan Poilu--the two vehicles truely
Characters that can determine the course of events, choosing or not to go through wadis, break down, refuse to start.
Agatha can take you to Syria of the late thirties with the fewest descriptive sentences; her exclamation points tell even more. Oh, can she be droll. I loved it because, as she says in her Epilogue, "it is good to remember that there were such days and such places." Agatha Chsristie is one of my favorite "unmet persons."