Saturday, May 28, 2016
Insomnia is rare in cats because they work hard at sleeping and become very good at it after lots of practice. Ours lie around resting all day, polishing their napping techniques, and it's exhausting; it wears them out.
I've found a cure for the rest of us: Agatha Christie's first murder mystery featuring Inspector Poirot, The Mysterious Affair at Styles. published in 1920. Towards the end of the Great War, there's a poisoning at an English country house and many are suspected. Poirot is a refugee in the village and a friend of a friend of the family. He investigates by doing and saying mysterious things, making mysterious discoveries, and asking mysterious questions. All of this is reported by the narrator on every page, with never any lucid explanation. Given the total lack of clarity, I fell asleep after every two pages on average. By the time all is revealed at the end, you no longer care who committed the crime; you only wish Poirot were real so you could smack him. And you are surprisingly well rested.