Another Sherlock-Holmes Anthology …

The Practical Handbook of Bee Culture

… has published one of my short stories, so I am very happy to announce that “In good Hands” can now be read as part of the current “Practical Handbook of Bee Culture“. The Handbook (which is not REALLY about bees!) is a publication of the “Retired Beekeepers of Sussex”, a Sherlock-Holmes group based in the UK, and can be purchased as a softcover edition or downloaded as a PDF-version for free. Happy reading! 🙂

 

Happy Birthday, Jeremy Brett!

The awe-inspiring #JeremyBrett – for me the definitive (i.e. canonical) #SherlockHolmes actor. Today, he would have been 83 years old.

Apart from the fact that I am currently working on my first Sherlock Holmes related novel (that will probably be published next year) and am therefore very invested in the subject, JB still reminds me of my inner #fangirl.

 

A previously lost Sherlock Holmes Story…

…and, yes, it seems to be by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle himself, who had written it for a charitable cause! According to the UK “Telegraph”:

“Walter Elliot, 80, found the 1,300-word tale starring the famous detective in a collection of short stories written for a local bazaar.”

Personally, I especially like the fact that they (as in “The Telegraph” and the lucky finder Mr. Elliot) provide the opportunity to read it for free.

(*fangirling*)

 

 

[Please see update]

Happy Birthday, Mr. Holmes!

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“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that…”

… errm, no… wrong author and wrong fandom (in this case).

But anyway, it is an – albeit fictitious – truth acknowledged by the majority of Sherlockians/Holmesians, that Mr. Sherlock Holmes was “born” on January 6, 1854.

Therefore…

Happy Birthday, Sherlock Holmes!

When Mr. Brett tried to consult Mr. Holmes… (just a fantasy, y’all)

I have just been digging through my archive and came across this… a few lines from the age of my hardcore fangirling days, namely swooning about the one and only Jeremy Brett – and Sherlock Holmes, the character he used to play so marvelously. This is actually an unfinished draft for a piece of parody I’d attempted, and will probably only mean anything to those people who are VERY familiar with the Granada Sherlock Holmes series as well as at least some JB interviews and/or biography, oh, yes, and a little nod to the community of H/W shippers… To everyone else, it is probably very much non-sensical. Posting this here for old times’ sake.

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It’s Baker Street, early morning. Yes, Baker Street indeed, and Jeremy is looking quite incapable to believe it. He is also looking almost frightened out of his wits. Hastily turning around as if hearing something threatening approaching…

JB:

(agitated) Omigod! They’re coming… (frantically pounding on the door) LET ME IN! For Heaven’s sake, LET ME IN!

The door opens. An elderly lady stands before him, and she is cleary not amused.

Mrs. H.:

Good Heavens, Sir! You have roused me! What is the matter?

JB:

Please, I need help!! You must protect me!

Mrs. H.:

Sure, you WILL need protection indeed, if you confront Mr. Holmes before he has even had his early morning cigarette. But do come in, Sir, if you insist. Now that you have roused me so rudely, I can retort on Mr. Holmes as well.

JB:

QUICK! Or else they will detect me!

Mrs. H.:

So do come in. And mind the 17 steps.

JB:

17? You’ve counted the steps?

Mrs. H.:

(shooting him a look) Sir, this is Sherlock Holmes’ household. I have learned not only to look, but also to observe!

JB:

Well… I am impressed.

Mrs. H.:

This way, if you please. Pray wait in the sitting room, I will get the gentlemen. By the way, whom shall I announce?

JB:

The name is Huggins, Jeremy Huggins.

Mrs. H.

Very well, Sir. (leaves him)

JB enters the room rather tentatively. It is only halfway lit, but you can notice a mess of scattered papers on the floor, tables and chairs. There seems to be something soothing about this room, and a strange déjà-vu in all this. Suddenly we hear a little snorting noise, causing nervous JB to almost jump out of his skin.

JB:

Aaargh! Nooooo!

A face, very indignantly, appears above the edge of the couch’s backrest.

Holmes:

MRS. ORINOCO!! I wonder if you would do me the very great kindness of considering the possibility… the heck with it, just GO AWAY!

JB:

Orinoco? No, my name is Huggins, and I am generally considered to be a MISTER. Beyond that I really do need your advice, Mr. Holmes!! I am in serious trouble, as you might already know.

A sudden flash of daylight as Dr. Watson over-dramatically pulls back the curtains from the window.

Holmes:

(apparently having slept on the couch and looking rather wrinkled up, mumbling something about the theatrical part usually being HIS department) Oh, should I, indeed? I do not think so. I am sorry, my dear Sir. I can assure you, apart from the obvious facts that you are an actor and that you do a lot of meditation, I know nothing about you.

JB:

(looking utterly taken aback) So you DO know me after all?

Holmes:

(yawning) Not in the least, it was a simple deduction: Only an actor could be eccentric enough to wear such bright red socks to a semi-formal morning suit. Speaking about formalities, I must beg you to excuse the state of our surroundings as well as our slightly deranged attire. We have been just closing a rather complicated case last night and must have fallen asleep here. This is my good friend and colleague Dr. Watson, you can feel free to speak openly to him as well as to me. Which brings me to the question, in which way we may be of your assistance? Please, take a seat. I perceive your fingers are shaking, are you feeling cold?

JB:

No, Mr. Holmes. My hands are shaking from fear. TERROR, to be exact!

Holmes:

Oh! And why is that so?

JB:

I am being stal- (suddenly interrupting himself) How could you have possibly guessed that I practice meditation?

Holmes:

I NEVER guess, Mr. Huggins.

JB:

But how do you know…?

Watson steps forward and points at Jeremy’s feet.

Watson:

Levitation, Sir. Your shoes do not even touch our Persian carpet.

Holmes:

Quite so. Mrs. Orinoco will be quite obliged to you on that account.

JB:

Mrs. Orinoco?

Holmes:

Yes, our good housekeeper.

Watson:

(frowning) That’s Mrs. HUDSON, Holmes!

Holmes:

Oh, really? Well, I knew at least it had something to do with the name of a river… Never mind, who could possibly keep up with all those names? There is this guy, Conan the Barber…

JB:

I beg your pardon?

Holmes:

No, I mean, Conan… (tentatively) the Barbarian…?

Watson:

I assume you are referring to Conan DOYLE!

Holmes:

Ah, Doyle, of course! This Conan, anyway, he has difficulties in remembering her name, too. He sometimes calls her “Turner”… (suddenly turning impatient) But if you would condescend to tell us about your problem, I shall be better able to advise you. I recall you claiming the matter to be an urgent one!

JB:

Yes, that is true. Mr. Holmes, they’re after me! Have you not read the latest news on the internet?

Holmes:

No, not this morning. So, let us at least consult my index!

Watson:

(searching) I can not find any “Huggins” in here, Holmes…

JB:

Oh! I am sorry I forgot, you’ll have to look under “B” for “Brett”. That is my stage name.

Holmes:

Brett, indeed! I believe I we used to have a tailor with that name… right, Johnny?

Watson:

Pray Holmes! Would you please stop calling me that way?

Holmes:

Oh, come on, we’ve been sharing these rooms for decades now. You even know how I look in a nighty! Why won’t you allow me to call you by your first name?

Watson:

My first name is “John”, Holmes! And that is such a common name! Everybody is called John these days.

Holmes:

No, not me, they call me “Sherlock”.

Watson:

No, Holmes, they call you “Holmes”!

Holmes:

Hm. How about “Bosie”?

Watson:

WHAT?

Holmes:

Well, as a nickname. For Boswell.

Watson:

Are you trying to be funny?

Holmes:

Funny? No, that’s supposed to be your part.

Watson:

(now getting somehow upset) No, it’s NOT! You’re talking about this other guy, Nigel Whatshisname! I AM A MEDICAL MAN! I AM TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY!!

Holmes:

(placatingly) Oh, all right.

JB:

(slightly irritated about new change of topic) Errr… Gentlemen, I am sorry to interrupt, but I happen to have this URGENT problem…!

(T.b.c.)

Speaking of London…

Speaking of London…

“Sherlock” (BBC) lovers surely remember the London A-Z Guide  that plays such an important role

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tiny SPOILER alert here

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in “The Blind Banker”.

 

(The shown editions from the link above might vary from the book version used on the show.)

Well, it turns out, they meanwhile also have a version of it for Kindle:

London A-Z

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…which has just gone straight to my wishlist. I love e-books, because I prefer to travel light. I have not read it yet, therefore I cannot say much else about it (so far)…

…though I do intend to include book reviews here in the nearer future.

Anyway, above you can find the Amazon link – and yes, this time it IS an affiliate link. So, if you decide to buy the book via this link, it won’t cost you more… but it (*coughs*) might help to keep this blog afloat…

Happy Birthday, Jeremy Brett!

One of the greatest “Sherlock Holmes”-actors (and certainly my favorite “classic” Holmes) – and such a wonderful human being. Today would have been his 81st birthday.

So, here are two Jeremy tribute vids I compiled back in the olden days.

Once again: Happy Birthday, Jeremy! And since, incidently, it would have been his late wife’s birthday as well: Happy Birthday, Joan!

The great Jeremy Brett as Sherlock Holmes

I found this in my archives… seems it was slumbering there without being published. So, for old times sake, here you go:

Dies hat jahrelang scheinbar unveröffentlicht in meinem Video-Archiv vor sich hingeschlummert… hier also, gewissermaßen um der alten Zeiten willen, (m)ein kleiner Tribut an den unvergleichlichen Jeremy Brett:

Interpretation (a slashy Holmes/Watson drabble)

„You don’t understand, Holmes!“ After weeks of half-smiles, endless looks, numerous innuendos, casual touches, a series of sleepless nights, rather strange dreams and uneasy mornings… my nerves were quite on the edge.

I knew I had to do something about this: He obviously had NO idea what he was doing to me! “Can’t you see that you have been sending all those wrong signals lately? Do you suppose I am made of stone?”

He looked at me for a long time, then he asked calmly: “Has it ever occurred to you that I might be sending  just the right signals?”

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Steven Moffat talks about Sherlock and John: “A lifelong Partnership”…

… which is (I assume not only in my books) good news regarding the possible longevity of the “Sherlock” (BBC) Series.

“These are still the formative years of Sherlock Holmes, [the] important thing about the series is (…) that those two men are still young and are still at the beginning of  what they don’t yet know is gonna be a lifelong partnership.” (Steven Moffat, starting about 18:18 in the video)

I do consider it good news, especially regarding the famous three teaser words “Rat”, “Wedding” and “Bow”, that have been given to us by the makers of “Sherlock” as an outlook onto the yet to come third season. Especially the third word “bow” seems to be hinting at “The Last Bow” of Sherlock Holmes in the Canon and thus a conclusion of the BBC series. And WHO WANTS THAT????

So, when the creators of this particular “Sherlock” consider Sherlock and John “still at the beginning” during Season Two… then I don’t assume they are planning to be done with them any time soon… What say you?

Sherlock BBC, Staffel 3…

Vielen Dank (und Grüße) an das Sherlockian Newsdesk für die Info! Tja, besonders aussagekräftig ist das Foto ja nicht… aber zumindest lässt es Spielraum für die Fantasie… und überhaupt, jedes Zeichen, dass es da drüben mit der 3. Staffel weiter geht, ist für mich als Fan schon mal ein gutes Zeichen! 🙂

Sherlockian Newsdesk

Arwel Wyn Jones, der Produktionsdesigner von Sherlock, hat ein erstes Foto zur 3. Staffel getwittert:

Welches Set hier entstehen soll, lässt sich allerdings nur raten.

Update: Und das nächste Foto:

Sherlockology hat ein dazu passendes Bild aus der Serie ausfindig gemacht. Die Tapete bedeckt die Wand im Flur vor der Wohnung von Sherlock und John (ganz rechts im Bild).

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Happy Birthday, Mr. Holmes!

Shame on me – without the holmesslash people over at yahoogroups I would have actually forgotten the “birthday” of our favourite supersleuth, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Happy Birthday!!!

YES, I am actually aware that he is Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s literary creation and therefore the matter of a birthday seems a bit… obsolete. But to most Sherlockians, Holmesians, or whatever you want to call us, it is not… so the 6th of January was kind of agreed upon (see Klinger, Leslie: The New Annotated Sherlock Holmes).

(Illustration by Sidney Paget)

Während wir uns wartenderweise auf die 3. Staffel von “Sherlock” freuen…

… hier nochmal eine kleine Erinnerungsauffrischung (inklusive schamloser Eigenwerbung meinerseits, natürlich ;)) auf die Anfänge…

Staffel 1:

http://suite101.de/article/sherlock—ein-klassiker-schafft-den-sprung-ins-21-jahrhundert-a118208

Staffel 2:

http://suite101.de/article/sherlock—die-zweite-staffel-der-bbc-serie-a129018

… und dann sind da ja auch noch die berühmten “Drei Worte”: “Rat”, “Wedding” and “Bow”, mit denen Mark Gatiss und Steven Moffat Spekulationen auf die 3. Staffel angeheizt haben… mir persönlich fällt beim ersten Wort allerdings statt des “Boscombe Valley Mystery” eher “The Giant Rat of Sumatra” ein (obwohl die im Original-Canon von Sir Arthur Conan Doyle natürlich nur als Erwähnung im “Sussex Vampire” vorkommt) – im Sinne von: “Maybe the world IS now prepared for the story…”

In good hands

A/N: A Sherlock Holmes short story — I have a feeling you could read this story with slash goggles on… but then again, it is about a close friendship, too … so I guess each one can simply decide for themselves. Rating? None. And, please, feel free to let me know your thoughts…

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All my life I have been a vivid dreamer. Through the different ages, of course, the contents of my dreams have been subject to partly significant changes, some of them (I assume) even of potential interest to scientists like that professor from Vienna. Some of my dreams are of a rather pleasant nature, but for strange reasons the nightmares seem to be the ones that are stuck in my memory. Those darker images of the night are also the ones that now and then develop into recurring ones…

I do hardly believe that there is anyone who might derive any kind of enjoyment from a nightmare. They are often disturbing, some times even upsetting and frightening. Some of them keep haunting you even during daylight, and the fears of your days enter your dreams again… and so on.When I returned from Afghanistan, I had not only the dreams as such to deal with. An additional problem arose in the person of my new fellow lodger and the fact that I seemed to have developed the deplorable habit of crying out in my sleep.Sherlock Holmes is an exceptionally light sleeper – given the times he surrenders to sleep at all. During the first months of our acquaintance I recall several incidents, especially in the small hours of the morning, when I would wake up in my bed, sweat-soaked and with a moisture on my face that could or could not be sweat as well. And I would hear a knock on my door and Holmes’ voice.”Doctor? Are you quite all right?”All I could do was hastily assure him that I was fine, and then he would withdraw again, leaving me to my afterthoughts as well as my now additional embarrassment. But he never once mentioned those occurrences to me afterwards, and I was thankful for that. During the first year the amount of those particular nightmares diminished gradually, though they would never leave me completely. But they became slightly less frightening, and I somehow managed to not rouse my friend from his sleep anymore.One time we were on a case together, which required us to spend the night outside Baker Street, sharing a guest room in our client’s house. There was only one large double bed, and while I was falling asleep, Holmes was still sitting upright on his side of the bed, contemplating – I assume – the particulars of the case.

The dream came again. I already knew it well from previous times, and it was always more or less the same. I was lying in the darkness, somewhere, and there was danger all around me. I never knew exactly what the danger was about, who or what was threatening me, but the tension, sometimes even terror, was so undeniable that I hardly gave any thoughts to its origins. I also had the distinct feeling that I was not alone, that there were other people around me, waiting in the darkness for a so far unnamed evil… for what I did not know. Sometimes I could hear muffled sobbing or gasping or whispering, but I could never make out any face or understand what it was all about.

At some point of the dream, when it all seemed hardly bearable anymore, I would always stretch out my hand in desperate search for comfort. And then I would find a second, a strange hand, grasping mine. Again, I would never know whose hand it was, or why it would have such a soothing effect on me. But at that point the dream would always end and I would wake up, still breathing a bit heavily… and all I would feel was an immense relief…

The dream ended, just as it was supposed to be. Behind still closed eyes I gradually returned to reality, and so I did not understand at once what was so different this time. All I know was that the feeling of comfort was more intense than usual, and lasting longer, transgressing the boundaries of the dream and reaching out into my real life.

It was not completely dark, as a faint light was shining through my closed eyelids. In an instinctive endeavor to make out the source of that light I turned my head and opened my eyes – only to look directly into the eyes of my friend, who was sitting beside me just as before… only that now one of his hands was holding mine, our fingers entwined… The room was not lit very brightly, and thus I remain unsure if I have actually seen him blushing. I myself was entirely at a loss how to react… and so I did nothing, hardly daring to move any muscle.

I do not know how long we stayed like this… but finally Sherlock Holmes rested his head against the wooden headboard of the bed, his gaze fixed again into infinity… his mind, according to all appearances, back on the problems of the current case. And so I did what I was accustomed to do: I simply followed his lead, tilting my head back into my usual sleeping position.

After some time, I drifted back into sleep. Everything was as supposed to be – with one exemption: Neither one of us had cared to withdraw his hand. And I spent the rest of the night without any further dreams to haunt me…

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DAS Bücher-Eldorado für Sherlockians…

…und solche, die es werden wollen.

In Köln-Sülz liegt sozusagen die “Offline-Dependance” (sprich: der Buchladen) von Baskerville Bücher, und hinterm Ladentisch findet man Michael Ross himself, der vielen Sherlock-Holmes-Fans deutschlandweit ein Begriff sein dürfte (man denke z.B. an die deutsche Ausgabe der Granada-DVDs von Koch Media usw.).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ich habe jedenfalls mehrere nette Stunden dort verbracht und den armen Mann abwechselnd in ein Gespräch verwickelt oder bin – in den Zeiten in denen er Kundschaft hatte – beim Anblick der ganzen Sherlock-Holmes-Bücher (und da waren wirklich BEMERKENSWERTE – und exotische – Sachen dabei) dahingeschmolzen. ZU GERNE hätte ich seinen Büchervorrat dort noch ein wenig mehr dezimiert – anstatt schließlich mit nur zwei Büchern nach Hause zu fahren – aber dann wäre meine EC-Karte vermutlich ebenfalls dahingeschmolzen… vor Angst, was ich ihr antun würde… 😉

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Nachdem ich meinen früheren “holmesblog” aufgegeben habe, fand ich es an der Zeit, ein paar meiner früheren Einträge hierher hinüber zu retten. Ich gehe mal ganz schwer davon aus, dass sich in den vergangenen Monaten nichts an dieser konkreten Empfehlung geändert hat.