The Many and Varied Versions of Sherlock Holmes

At some point when I was growing up, my mother bought a big red volume of the collected Sherlock Holmes stories, with original illustrations from the Strand magazine. I think this was after my introduction to Holmes at school. We read “The Speckled Band” written as a play. For the rest of the year, my earlier night-time fears of giant rats (a result of reading The Tale of Samuel Whiskers Tom Kitten, by Beatrix Potter) were replaced by the worry that a poisonous snake might somehow find its way into my bedroom.
That didn’t stop me from reading The Complete Sherlock Holmes Treasury. I would guess that I read most of the stories at one point or another, including “The Adventure of the Speckled Band.”
Obviously I’m not the only person to be fascinated by a sleuth who can deduce from a man’s hands and sleeves his work history and worries. Sherlock Holmes is familiar even to people who haven’t read the stories, and many movies have been made based on the stories, set in different time periods. (Rather like Shakespeare’s plays.) There is even a mouse version of Sherlock, complete with deerstalker cap.
My favorite is probably BBC’s “Sherlock”, a modern-day version that is funny and clever and makes interesting use of, and reference to, the original stories without adhering to any of them. Holmes’ deductions concerning a pocket-watch become deductions based on a cell phone. Instead of the street urchins known as the Baker Street Irregulars, there is a network of homeless people to pass him information.
The Sherlock Holmes movies with Robert Downy, Jr. are also good. These use the original time period, rather than modern times. While BBC’s Sherlock makes much use of deduction and Holmes’ boredom-related drug habits, the Robert Downy version adds a bit more of Holmes’ strength in fighting and skill at disguise.
Recently I’ve been enjoying the old movies with Basil Rathbone, which I hadn’t seen before. The time periods vary. Some seem to be set in the London of hansom cabs, while others are set in a World War II period and have cars. At least one tries to follow one of the original stories—“The Hound of the Baskervilles.” In these, as in the others, I love hearing familiar lines crop up. (“Mr. Holmes, they were the footprints of a gigantic hound!”)
These earlier movies did draw my attention to the fact that the Sherlock Holmes of later versions is much more of a “wounded hero” as compared to the Basil Rathbone version or, in fact, the original Sherlock. Rathbone’s Sherlock is perfectly capable of social courtesy, even if he is not much interested in it, and even urbane at times. The original Sherlock, though he is described as scorning emotions as an intrusion on reason, behaves with courtesy and even kindness toward his clients (especially women). The later Sherlocks seem more controlled by their emotions–or the absence thereof—and warped by them. It makes them very interesting, but there is still something to be said for a more heroic version of Sherlock.
The original Sherlock Holmes stories do betray their age at times with old stereotypes and prejudices, and they should be read with this in mind. But it’s worth going back to the source–the stories of this sleuth for whom the most obscure deductions are “elementary”—and it makes the subsequent versions feel that much richer when you catch the allusions to the original.
Till next post.
“Look at the thousands of scratches all round the hole—marks where the key has slipped. What sober man’s key could have scored those grooves? But you will never see a drunkard’s watch without them.”
The Sign of Four
“’Quite so, madam,” said Holmes, in his soothing way. ‘I have no doubt that you have been annoyed more than enough already over this business.’”
–“The Adventure of the Cardboard Box”
“Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of his own high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as his.”
–“A Scandal in Bohemia”

Drinking Tea During NaNoWriMo

It’s November, a time for pumpkin-flavored everything, Thanksgiving, and National Novel Writing Month. I think the originator of NaNoWriMo was probably not hosting Thanksgiving, as he seems to have thought that having the holiday would actually help people achieve word count.

However, I can’t blame my poor word count on the holiday. The fact is, I’m writing a mystery (again) and my plot has run into constant problems (again). It is possible that I was never meant to write mysteries, only to read them. I haven’t actually given up yet, though. I’m at 27,000 words with six days left. It isn’t actually impossible that I reach 50,000–just really, really (really!) unlikely. It probably requires a sudden blast of inspiration and the discovery that the woman who has gone missing is not actually being held captive by her no-good brother but has actually engineered some kind of elaborate plan to run off with the lonely rich man’s most valuable possessions.

Nope. Sorry. Doesn’t work. She’s not a con artist at heart. Sigh. I’ll have to keep searching.

I do drink a lot of tea, as I have mentioned before. This is even more true when I am trying to write. So, instead of more complaints about my meandering mystery, I’m going to share an interesting tea experience.

Some weeks ago, my area had a water emergency. A watermain (?) right near the water treatment facility developed a serious leak and we received a succession of messages: “Please conserve water,” “Please restrict water use to drinking and personal hygiene,” “Water levels have dropped too low for safety–please boil all drinking water and continue to restrict water use.”

Fortunately, I still had jugs of water left from preparations for hurricanes, so I didn’t have to rush to the store. It did remind me how precious water is, and how convenient it is to have running potable water. But on to the tea story.

Making tea during the water emergency, I kept thinking the tea looked darker than usual. Had I steeped it longer by accident? Unlikely, since I usually set a timer. When the water came back on, I did a comparison: tap water tea versus the jug I was using. Sure enough, the tea did look different. After adding milk, it still looked different, with one being grayer and one redder. I couldn’t actually detect a difference in flavor, but some days my sense of taste is less sensitive than others, so I’m still not convinced that it was just a difference in color.

I read the label on the jug. It was a supermarket brand, filtered and ozonated. Ozonated?? Was that the difference?

Well, there’s only so much time I have for experimentation, so I didn’t then go on to test different varieties of water for tea making. I did look it up, and maybe someday I will do an actual taste test of different waters. (I sometimes use a Brita–how does that compare? What about those waters with added minerals?) I did think it was interesting, though, and I preferred the appearance of the tap-water tea over the ozonated one.

Now to the real announcement, which is that I’m not going to try to write any more blog entries until the New Year. There’s just too much other writing that I want to do, and all the usual holiday stuff. So…

Till next post in 2019. Happy Holidays.

NaNoWriMo 2018 and a Celebration of Spiral Notebooks

Once again, I am planning to participate in NaNoWriMo—National Novel Writing Month. I will attempt to write a 50,000 word novel—beginning, middle, and end—starting on November 1st  and finishing by the end of day on November 30th. Obviously, even if I finish, it’s going to be a pretty lousy novel. But that’s what first drafts are for.
I’ve been doing NaNoWriMo for years now. Some years, I finish in time. Some years, I finish the novel but not until February. Some years, I get hopelessly stuck in plot problems and never finish.
I really like the excitement of starting a new project, and a new project requires a new notebook. While I do type the novel (much easier to keep track of wordcount that way), I also write notes, timelines, and sometimes bits of text in a spiral notebook that I’ve picked out for that year’s project.
Spiral notebook with photo of blue-eyed dog partially hidden under leaves
NaNoWriMo 2018–“Heavy Rain Likely”
Fortunately, spiral notebooks are abundantly available with all sorts of decorative covers, suitable for distinguishing this year’s project from last year’s. I’m somewhat limited in that I prefer wide-ruled notebooks. I find it more comfortable to write at length if I don’t have to write small. This means that I buy notebooks intended for elementary school kids that have lower-quality paper, as opposed to the nicer notebooks with the smooth, smooth paper that holds up to fountain pen. It also means I end up with a lot of kitten notebooks, and once in a while a Disney princess. I don’t mind “cute”. But fortunately, there are other designs out there too, and every year I’m eager to see what the current crop of school notebooks has in store for me.
Assorted spiral notebooks with covers showing kittens, flowers, or abstract designs
Assortment of other notebooks, not all from NaNoWriMo
This year I’m planning to write a mystery starring the same sleuth I used in last year’s NaNoWriMo. Usually I write middle-grade or young adult fantasy, occasionally science-fiction, but last year I decided to try a mystery. I love to read them, but had never had any success writing one.
I’m not entirely sure I can call last year’s draft a “success” either, but I did finish. (In NaNoWriMo-speak, I “won” NaNoWriMo. That just means I achieved wordcount by the 30th.) I liked the story well enough that I even started revising it, though I ran into problems and have temporarily shelved it. I also really liked my sleuth.
So this year Tabitha Key will face a missing person case, while being threatened by a hurricane. (Yes, I was thinking about this year’s story as we waited to see whether Florence was actually going to come anywhere near us. And then Michael. We were fortunate—waiting was about as far as my experience went.)
I don’t know whether I’m going to “win” NaNoWriMo this year. I’ve been distracted and I don’t feel quite as ready to write this mystery as I have with some previous stories. I’m hoping that as the final week approaches, I will suddenly feel more inspired. I do have some notes, at least.
Naturally, these notes are in my new spiral notebook. I chose this year’s notebook not just because it shows a cute dog, but also because the dog is partially hidden under leaves and the story is about someone who is missing—hidden, in fact. The picture on the notebook didn’t have to go with the story—I could have just picked something because it was appealing, but I like the fact that it does relate to it.
Ten more days to go. I’m starting to feel a little excited about this. Maybe I should throw in a tea leaf reading? A misbehaving donkey? I wonder if a box of chocolates would help—either as part of the plot, or possibly on my desk. I’ve got my StoryCubes® if I need a nudge.
The blue-eyed dog is waiting.