What a fine fellow he is! He’s the archetypal English twit. He’s arrogant and bigoted, but isn’t even aware of it. He affects a cheerful bonhomie, he’s always there by Poirot’s side, loyal as the day is long, and thick as marmalade.
Poor old Hastings always has a riddle to solve, and never quite solves it. He always seems to grab the stick, but gets the wrong end of the stick. Enthusiastic and lovable in a way, he is also annoying and exasperating. You always wonder why Hastings just doesn’t get it. Is he stubborn or just stupid?
Of course smart detectives always need the dull sidekick in order to have someone to explain things to. The Hastings of this world are therefore a useful foil, a necessary nuisance, a positive problem.
So here’s a toast to all the Hastings of this world!