You may have heard in conversation that Osiris and I have been watching all of the Jeremy Brett as Sherlock Holmes movies. They’re incredible. We have to watch each one twice because they speak low and all of the characters look alike the first time, so we usually wind up falling asleep. But that means that the second watching is unusually rewarding. O bought an anthology of Sherlock Holmes stories the last time we were in Norfolk. It’s the second of two volumes, and picks up right after Moriarty’s (and Holmes’s alleged) death. Below is Holmes’s account of those events. It is super inspirational. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was a damn genius, which I guess is why he got knighted. I wish I could write prose as efficiently or effectively.
Click to enlarge. It’s worth it.
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I visited the Reichenbach falls in Switzerland, the site of Moriarty and Holmes’ battle to the death. The village nearby is full of statues of Holmes and little inns named after people/places in those stories. Dreamtime. I wish I was anywhere close to as clever and articulate as that bitch.
Jealous! I plan on eventually reading all of the stories. There are SO many. It’ll be my summer project.
Growing up, my brother and I would read classics aloud with my Dad. He would call them “oral interpretations”. We would do them in the front sitting room, so no tv. My dad was, of course, the champion of vocal inflections, which made Hound of the Baskervilles especially horrifying.
“Nerds.”
Just kidding. We listened to The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings on tape.