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Mr Quinn en voyage
Le Mystérieux Mr Quinn (The Mysterious Mr Quin dans l'édition originale britannique) est un recueil de 12 nouvelles policières.
Les éditions françaises ont scindé le recueil en deux volumes :
- Le Mystérieux Mr Quinn (nouvelles 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 et 11)
- Mr Quinn en voyage (nouvelles 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 et 12)
Ce recueil contient donc:
Le Bout du monde (The World's End)
La Voix dans les ténèbres (The Voice in the Dark)
La Beauté d'Hélène (The Face of Helen)
L'Arlequin mort (The Dead Harlequin)
L'Oiseau à l'aile brisée (The Bird with the Broken Wing)
Le Sentier d'Arlequin (Harlequin's Lane)
Les éditions françaises ont scindé le recueil en deux volumes :
- Le Mystérieux Mr Quinn (nouvelles 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 et 11)
- Mr Quinn en voyage (nouvelles 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 et 12)
Ce recueil contient donc:
Le Bout du monde (The World's End)
La Voix dans les ténèbres (The Voice in the Dark)
La Beauté d'Hélène (The Face of Helen)
L'Arlequin mort (The Dead Harlequin)
L'Oiseau à l'aile brisée (The Bird with the Broken Wing)
Le Sentier d'Arlequin (Harlequin's Lane)
- GenresAgatha Christie
154 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1930
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Agatha Christie
5,775 books75.5k followersAgatha Christie also wrote romance novels under the pseudonym Mary Westmacott, and was occasionally published under the name Agatha Christie Mallowan.
Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie, Lady Mallowan, DBE (née Miller) was an English writer known for her 66 detective novels and 14 short story collections, particularly those revolving around fictional detectives Hercule Poirot and Miss Marple. She also wrote the world's longest-running play, the murder mystery The Mousetrap, which has been performed in the West End of London since 1952. A writer during the "Golden Age of Detective Fiction", Christie has been called the "Queen of Crime". She also wrote six novels under the pseudonym Mary Westmacott. In 1971, she was made a Dame (DBE) by Queen Elizabeth II for her contributions to literature. Guinness World Records lists Christie as the best-selling fiction writer of all time, her novels having sold more than two billion copies.
This best-selling author of all time wrote 66 crime novels and story collections, fourteen plays, and six novels under a pseudonym in romance. Her books sold more than a billion copies in the English language and a billion in translation. According to Index Translationum, people translated her works into 103 languages at least, the most for an individual author. Of the most enduring figures in crime literature, she created Hercule Poirot and Miss Jane Marple. She atuhored The Mousetrap, the longest-running play in the history of modern theater.
Associated Names:
Agata Christie
Agata Kristi
Агата Кристи (Russian)
Агата Крісті (Ukrainian)
Αγκάθα Κρίστι (Greek)
アガサ クリスティ (Japanese)
阿嘉莎·克莉絲蒂 (Chinese)
Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie, Lady Mallowan, DBE (née Miller) was an English writer known for her 66 detective novels and 14 short story collections, particularly those revolving around fictional detectives Hercule Poirot and Miss Marple. She also wrote the world's longest-running play, the murder mystery The Mousetrap, which has been performed in the West End of London since 1952. A writer during the "Golden Age of Detective Fiction", Christie has been called the "Queen of Crime". She also wrote six novels under the pseudonym Mary Westmacott. In 1971, she was made a Dame (DBE) by Queen Elizabeth II for her contributions to literature. Guinness World Records lists Christie as the best-selling fiction writer of all time, her novels having sold more than two billion copies.
This best-selling author of all time wrote 66 crime novels and story collections, fourteen plays, and six novels under a pseudonym in romance. Her books sold more than a billion copies in the English language and a billion in translation. According to Index Translationum, people translated her works into 103 languages at least, the most for an individual author. Of the most enduring figures in crime literature, she created Hercule Poirot and Miss Jane Marple. She atuhored The Mousetrap, the longest-running play in the history of modern theater.
Associated Names:
Agata Christie
Agata Kristi
Агата Кристи (Russian)
Агата Крісті (Ukrainian)
Αγκάθα Κρίστι (Greek)
アガサ クリスティ (Japanese)
阿嘉莎·克莉絲蒂 (Chinese)
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November 2, 2023
un peu paresseux mais crush sur mr quinn et sur la dernière histoire
September 9, 2025
Recueil de nouvelles bien sympathique, avec pleins de petite histoire dans un style bien « Agathachristien »: un tableau avec plusieurs personnages hauts en couleur, un crime, un enquêteur et un mystérieux personnage récurrent, Mr Quinn. Avec ce dernier, qui constitue le fil conducteur de ces histoires, Agatha Christie nous conduit à un plot twist intéressant et poétique, notamment avec la dernière histoire.
Point négatif: toutes les histoires se valent pas et parfois le dénouement de certaines histoires est tiré par les cheveux.
Point négatif: toutes les histoires se valent pas et parfois le dénouement de certaines histoires est tiré par les cheveux.
August 30, 2024
(read in French)
Alors là c'est confirmé, je n'aime ni Mr Quinn ni Mr Satterthwaite et les histoires sont alambiquées pour rien avec des zones d'ombre maintenues dans l'ombre pour des raisons obscures.
Une grosse déception. J'espère que ces deux personnages ne reviendront pas plus tard dans le reste de la bibliographie de Agatha Christie.
Alors là c'est confirmé, je n'aime ni Mr Quinn ni Mr Satterthwaite et les histoires sont alambiquées pour rien avec des zones d'ombre maintenues dans l'ombre pour des raisons obscures.
Une grosse déception. J'espère que ces deux personnages ne reviendront pas plus tard dans le reste de la bibliographie de Agatha Christie.
April 10, 2016
I know, I 19m disgustingly pretentious, but I read this one in French in the hopes of picking up a bit of vocabulary (I now know how to deny that a woman hanged herself, how to accuse someone of wearing a disguise, and how to suck up to aristocrats. At least, I 19ll understand it when I read it). The writing style was simple and repetitive enough to comprehend without much dictionary-drudging, and the stories were comfortably short enough that any misunderstandings didn 19t inconvenience for long.
It took me by surprise that the eponymous character wasn 19t the central narrator. Instead you have Mr. Satterthwaite, the suitably pompous, unbearably formal and forever incredulous part-time investigator. By the third short story, I had built up a pretty credible theory that Mr. Quinn (aka. Harley Quin, aka. 18harlequin 19. Ha. Ha.) was nothing but a complex figment of a schizophrenic imagination whose sole role was to bump into the protagonist in random places and hand him clues to his mysteries, ones that he no doubt knew all along. I thought it gave the otherwise overly formulaic story a more interesting, more sinister edge, but then Agatha Christie had to ruin my pet theory by allowing the phantom to interact with other, saner characters. Regardless it was quite a satisfying read, not least of which because I felt a pleasant pang of delight every time I managed an entire paragraph without puzzling over any new words. There was another kind of puzzling to be done with this tidy cluster of interrelated mysteries though, and these puzzles were actually possible to untangle without the help of an annoyingly omniscient, last-minute-mystery-unveiling consulting detective. Enough clues are benevolently handed down throughout the story and left to be pieced together at leisure, which is what I consider a hallmark of a good mystery novel.
My main grievance against this collection of short stories is that a good half of it is pure pleasantry, consisting of either stiffly formal flattery or nauseatingly passionate flummery. Here is Christie 19s patented formula for opening a scene: new character enters, an eloquent, emotive description follows, then Mr. Satterthwaite flounders in with his usual handful of complements, the new character responds with the usual embarrassed/delighted denials, this goes on for about a page or two (it 19s surprising that old little Mr. Satterthwaite never succeeds in getting into anyone 19s pants; he seems to be trying very ardently), and at last some mystery unveils. If the new character isn 19t the victim, then you can probably be sure that they 19re the perpetrator.
Despite how affected the protagonist is by all the beautiful, cultured and elegant people he surrounds himself with, he doesn 19t seem particularly touched by their untimely deaths. To him, they appear to be nothing more than props for his mysteries. (He isn 19t an investigator by trade, by the way, he just stumbles into locked room murder scenes every other week.) Sure, he might mourn the pretty hanged woman, and eloquently compare her to a majestic peacock, even as she hangs from the rafters, but he puts it all behind him disturbingly quickly. That was actually one of the points in my theory regarding his mental instability.
This was my first Agatha Christie novel, and I 19m sure it won 19t be my last. Though next time, I think I 19ll stick to English or I 19ll overweigh my vocab with a disquieting amount of grisly, bloody words; ones I 19d rather not have to explain when I let them slip into conversation in a tourist office.
It took me by surprise that the eponymous character wasn 19t the central narrator. Instead you have Mr. Satterthwaite, the suitably pompous, unbearably formal and forever incredulous part-time investigator. By the third short story, I had built up a pretty credible theory that Mr. Quinn (aka. Harley Quin, aka. 18harlequin 19. Ha. Ha.) was nothing but a complex figment of a schizophrenic imagination whose sole role was to bump into the protagonist in random places and hand him clues to his mysteries, ones that he no doubt knew all along. I thought it gave the otherwise overly formulaic story a more interesting, more sinister edge, but then Agatha Christie had to ruin my pet theory by allowing the phantom to interact with other, saner characters. Regardless it was quite a satisfying read, not least of which because I felt a pleasant pang of delight every time I managed an entire paragraph without puzzling over any new words. There was another kind of puzzling to be done with this tidy cluster of interrelated mysteries though, and these puzzles were actually possible to untangle without the help of an annoyingly omniscient, last-minute-mystery-unveiling consulting detective. Enough clues are benevolently handed down throughout the story and left to be pieced together at leisure, which is what I consider a hallmark of a good mystery novel.
My main grievance against this collection of short stories is that a good half of it is pure pleasantry, consisting of either stiffly formal flattery or nauseatingly passionate flummery. Here is Christie 19s patented formula for opening a scene: new character enters, an eloquent, emotive description follows, then Mr. Satterthwaite flounders in with his usual handful of complements, the new character responds with the usual embarrassed/delighted denials, this goes on for about a page or two (it 19s surprising that old little Mr. Satterthwaite never succeeds in getting into anyone 19s pants; he seems to be trying very ardently), and at last some mystery unveils. If the new character isn 19t the victim, then you can probably be sure that they 19re the perpetrator.
Despite how affected the protagonist is by all the beautiful, cultured and elegant people he surrounds himself with, he doesn 19t seem particularly touched by their untimely deaths. To him, they appear to be nothing more than props for his mysteries. (He isn 19t an investigator by trade, by the way, he just stumbles into locked room murder scenes every other week.) Sure, he might mourn the pretty hanged woman, and eloquently compare her to a majestic peacock, even as she hangs from the rafters, but he puts it all behind him disturbingly quickly. That was actually one of the points in my theory regarding his mental instability.
This was my first Agatha Christie novel, and I 19m sure it won 19t be my last. Though next time, I think I 19ll stick to English or I 19ll overweigh my vocab with a disquieting amount of grisly, bloody words; ones I 19d rather not have to explain when I let them slip into conversation in a tourist office.
August 7, 2009
Mais qui est-il, ce Mr Quinn ? D'où vient-il ? Nul ne le sait.
Pas même Mr Satterthwaite, qui pourtant est son ami depuis plusieurs années.
Il le croise de temps à autre, au hasard de ses pérégrinations dans le monde doré des duchesses.
Des rencontres qui n'ont rien de fortuit, qu'elles aient lieu dans l'intimité d'une loge d'opéra ou sous le soleil de la Riviera...
Car Mr Quinn apparaît toujours lorsqu'un drame menace.
Et d'un mot, d'un signe, il montre à Mr Satterthwaite comment percer les mystères les plus opaques... Avant de disparaître sans que personne ne s'en rende compte.
Etrange personnage, vraiment... Providentiel et insaisissable...
Pas même Mr Satterthwaite, qui pourtant est son ami depuis plusieurs années.
Il le croise de temps à autre, au hasard de ses pérégrinations dans le monde doré des duchesses.
Des rencontres qui n'ont rien de fortuit, qu'elles aient lieu dans l'intimité d'une loge d'opéra ou sous le soleil de la Riviera...
Car Mr Quinn apparaît toujours lorsqu'un drame menace.
Et d'un mot, d'un signe, il montre à Mr Satterthwaite comment percer les mystères les plus opaques... Avant de disparaître sans que personne ne s'en rende compte.
Etrange personnage, vraiment... Providentiel et insaisissable...
July 7, 2012
Agatha Christie nous montre une nouvelle fois son habilité pour les récits criminels : toutes les ficelles pour le crime sont délicatement utilisées. A vous de jouer !
November 30, 2015
Des nouvelles bien mystérieuses, mais, il y avait un peu trop d'éléments surnaturels inattendus, à mon goût.
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