My whole life story is basically “I read this book in a few hours and the sequel comes out in a year.”
"If in 100 years I am only known as the man who invented Sherlock Holmes then I will have considered my life a failure."
Arthur Conan Doyle (via juliaisaglobetrotter)
I just think it’s funny (and really sad) hoe EW Hornung is remembered as the guy who was the brother in law to the guy who invented Sherlock Holmes.
I for one will always remember E. W. Hornung as the sadomasochistic asshole responsible for ruining our collective lives. A moment of silence for ACD, tho.
"Whose army are they? These Bonehunters. What is their cause? And the strength within them, where does it come from? Is it held in the soul of the Adjunct? No — at least, I don’t think so. Oh, she is the focus for them all, but they have no love for her. They see her, if at all, as no different from a mountain, a column of storm clouds, a bitter grey sea — they see her as part of the natural world, a thing to be borne, to be weathered.
I saw in their faces the erosion of her will, and they bore it. They bore it as they did all else. These Malazans, they shame the gods themselves."
*slams book closed*
*re-opens book and continues to read*
"Sir Perceval, the youngest of Arthur’s knights, at last set forth from Camelot. The king had begged him not to go; he knew this was no ordinary quest. Since the visit of the Holy Grail one feast day, the mood had changed. They were brothers, they laughed at Sir Gawain and his exploits in the land of the green knight, they were brave, all brave, and their loyalty was to the king…. Had been to the king. The Round Table and the high-walled castle were almost symbols now. Once they were meat and drink. But for Launcelot and Bors, betrayal is in the future as well as in the past. Launcelot is gone, driven mad by heavy things. Somewhere he is searching too; reports reach the king; garbled, incoherent, ragged like the men who bring them. The hall is empty. Soon the enemy will come. There was a stone that held a bright sword and no one could pull the sword because their minds were fixed on the stone.
Arthur sits on the wide steps. The Round Table is decorated with every plant that grows growing circular-wise like a target. Near the centre is a sundial and at the centre a thorny crown. Dusty now, but all things turn to dust.
Arthur thinks of before, when there were lights and smiles.
There was a woman, he remembers her. But oh, Sir Perceval, come and turn cartwheels again."
Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit
Review: New Russian Sherlock Holmes 01×03-04 – Rock, Paper, Scissors
My second review for The Baker Street Babes of the new Russian Holmes series, episode “Rock, paper, scissors”.
The second story in the series is the same as in canon: The Sign Of Four, albeit the case name and some significant details are changed. The absence of Mary Morstan for example,…
Hmmm… This definitely sounds like an adaptation I want to check out! (If it ever gets English subtitles…)
After crying himself to sleep after reading 'The Gift of the Emperor,' Arthur Conan Doyle showed up in the middle of the night at Hornung's door. "Willie, please," he sobbed, cradling an empty bottle of scotch, "don't make him be dead. I'll even bring back Holmes if you make Raffles not be dead. Please."
”…You cannot win.”
Cotillion paused, half turned. He smiled a ravaged smile. ”That doesn’t mean I have to lose, does it?”
The truth is, if old Major Dover hadn’t dropped dead at Taunton races Jim would never have come to Thursgood’s at all.