But the real heyday of Poirot paperback visualizations seems to have been in the 1940s and 1950s, during the early years of the "paperback revolution," on softcover editions by Pan (UK) and Dell (US). I think you could say that these were of varying success. All the Poirots were consistent in key ways though--bald or balding (when hatless), mustachioed, generally Gallic looking. (On the Pans he usually has a bow tie, which I think suits him.)
|Poirot uncovers a secret|
in the shrubbery!
"Mon Dieu! I did not order
ze room service!!"
|Caught in the headlights!|
This attempt at a hard-boiled Poirot
cover always makes me laugh.
|"The daughter's name is...Cynthia."|
Poirot as mentalist?
|He might need this as "evidence."|
Poirot as shoe fetishist?
|Color him red|
Poirot looks more like Sinestro from
the Green Lantern comic book here.
|They took that whole|
"egg-shaped head" thing to a
new level here--or is M. Poirot
the "moon" over the cypress?
And why is she testifying outdoors?
But Poirot wasn't the only Golden Age sleuth portrayed on book covers of course. For example, when I was working on illustrations for Masters of the "Humdrum" Mystery, I was thrilled to find a book jacket front panel from the Twenties that had been preserved, which actually included a likeness of John Rhode's Dr. Priestley. It suited him too! I made sure to include it in the book.
The first visual depiction of which I'm aware is on the cover of Bush's 1952 detective novel The Case of the Happy Medium (pictured right). This image was used for a time on jackets and in the front matter of Bush's Travers mysteries, though not on front covers again, as far as I'm aware.
Travers appeared on several jackets in the Fifties in fine fettle indeed, followed by odder Sixties appearances in photo fashion. Who was that glassed man? To me he looks rather like a Viennese psychoanalyst who should be appearing in books of a rather different order, like The Case of the Mother Fixation, The Case of the Skinner Boxes, The Case of the Anal Retentive Client, The Case of the Penis Envy and The Case of the Cigar That Wasn't Just a Cigar.
He's definitely not quite Travers as I imagine him, but he's certainly more mod, in keeping, to be sure, with the woman with the massive beehive-ish hairdo. But the Fifties Travers on the covers of Colonel and Cross (especially Colonel) suits Bush's Travers to a "T."
But let's not forget Travers' police pal, Superintendent George Wharton, who likes to set suspects at their ease as he beams down at them, avuncularly, his wire rim glasses sitting low on his nose--and then pounce! Wharton may not appear on book jacket covers, as far as I'm aware, but in the books Christopher Bush helpfully pointed out the Yard superintendent's marked resemblance to two people, the real life American silent and talking film comedian Chester Conklin and the rotund musician in Punch artist George Belcher's painting "I Dreamt I Dwelt in Marble Halls," which exhibited as the Royal Academy in 1936, and was the Academy's award winner that year. See here.
British television series makers, take note! If you ever get tired of Christie adaptations that move ever farther away from Christie's texts, there's also Christopher Bush and the 63 cases of Ludo Travers.
Note: Books #31-40 in the Ludovic Travers series (with George Wharton), spanning the postwar years 1946-52, are scheduled to be reprinted this May, followed in the fall by Books #41-50, spanning the years 1952-57.
|Chester Conklin (1886-1971)|
The famous film comedian's span of life was nearly
identical to that of Christopher Bush (1885-1973).
|"I Dreamt I Dwelt in Marble Halls..."|