strange and random happenstance

The British do love their holiday ghost stories, so it only makes sense that they took that tradition to the television. Starting in 1971 they started adapting ghost stories written by M.R. James for the holiday season starring acting luminaries such as Robert Hardy, Clive Swift, Peter Vaughan, Barbara Ewing, Lalla Ward, Denholm Elliott, and Peter Bowles. They even adapted a Charles Dickens tale before foolheartedly deciding to create their own original content. Two abysmal stories, "Stigma" and "The Ice House," seemed to put the nail in the coffin of this series. But it was so beloved, with fans clamoring for remastered releases and Blu-ray sets, that that wasn't the end. The show returned in 2005 going back to it's origins by adapting an M.R. James story, "A View from a Hill." Once again they brought in the top names in acting, starting with Pip Torrens, Greg Wise, John Hurt, and many others. After his adaptation of 'The Tractate Middoth" in 2013 Mark Gatiss took over the show delivering it once again on a yearly schedule starting with an original episode in 2018. Thankfully Simon Callow was able to make "The Dead Room" work whereas Peter Bowles had let "Stigma" flounder. But I think that wasn't just down to acting, I really do think it was the material. And Mark Gatiss, bless his heart, just somehow is able to embody a bygone era whereas the writers in the seventies had other ideas. Bad ideas. Incestous flora ideas. And seriously, what was with the blood just oozing out of that poor lady's pores? Aside from that one original episode all the episodes in what we shall call the revival for lack of a better word have been adapted from the work of M.R. James. Except for this past year's. This past year's was adapted from "Lot No. 249" by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. This episode has it all, Kit Harington being a stuffy and incredulous nonbeliever of the supernatural, Freddie Fox being a fey and dangerous man who with longer hair unnervingly looks like his sister, and a man who may or may not be Sherlock Holmes played by John Heffernan, a man who should have definitely said no to that horrid Dracula adaptation by Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat, and in the coup de grace, a mummy who will deliver your coup de grace. This episode might just be my favorite among the revival episodes. Well, I do love a good haunting by mummy, and Conan Doyle, like the episode adapted from Dickens, seems to work a little better than the stories by M.R. James. I'm not saying there aren't genius episodes adapted from his work, they're just a little more nebulous, a little more open ended. Sometimes, even when dealing with the supernatural, you want a definitive ending, but if you're M.R. James how about some creepy kids wandering off eerily playing the hurdy-gurdy? You think I jest? Just watch "Lost Hearts" and I'll be over here laughing while you're unable to sleep. Sadly it looks like this tradition might be coming to an end due to budgetary concerns. While I only caught the revival episodes the last two years and was finally able to see the original run this year I think this fate is a shame. It's a tradition that survived whatever "The Ice House" was and I want it to continue for many many years to come. It's not like we're going to run out of material now is it? There's always a ghost story to tell for Christmas.

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Labels: A Ghost Story for Christmas, And the Emmy Goes To, Charles Dickens, Denholm Elliott, Freddie Fox, Kit Harington, Lot No. 249, M.R. James, Mark Gatiss, Mummy, Peter Bowles, Robert Hardy, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Fire and Water by Alexis Hall
Published by: Carina Press
Publication Date: February 24th, 2020
Format: Kindle, 278 Pages
Rating: ★
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Artie King is nothing more than a thug backed up with a granny from hell. OK technically he's a wizard, but he's also a skinhead and a gangster so thug covers all bases. Ten years ago when Kate and Nimue were together they fought him for the soul of the city. Nim won on a technicality, Artie King went to the clink. She's been the Witch Queen of London ever since. Only now Artie King is back and he wants London. Kate owes fealty to Nim but oddly enough that oath isn't what brings her back into the orbit of Artie King. That happens because of a job. The Merchant of Dreams had their shop broken into and a bust of Napoleon was stolen. Sadly Kate has a bad history with that bust. It's the reason her partner is dead and she's running her business with a living statue named Elise. Corin Black is the worst of femme fatales, you actually fall for her routine. Each and every time. You know being around her means certain death and yet you can't help yourself. No one can. Corin was looking for the statue when she and Kate had their first run in. She finally found the bust she was looking for, there were mulitple busts, it's like a story written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, but to protect the bust she pawned it to the Merchant of Dreams. Now someone has the bust and the Merchant has hired Kate to find it because it turns out Corin's obsession with the bust was because of what was inside; The Tears of Hypnos, capable of reshaping reality in the right hands. And Kate finds out that Artie King has gotten his hands on them. Or that was the plan until Corin showed up. Now the werewolves have them and it's just a big mess. Because even though Kate has been able to track the movements of the Tears she doesn't physically have them, and that wasn't the deal she made with the Merchant. And the Merchant is someone who understands deals. Intimately. Therefore it's up to Kate to broker a deal with the werewolves to give the tears to Nim so that she can win the battle for the soul of London and defeat Artie King once and for all. Only no matter how simple that may sound, life is never simple for Kate. Because there are kidnappings and side trips to hell and bargains made and vampires. And while she's not looking, the vampires might be Kate's biggest threat and weakness. After all, she is dating the Prince of Cups.

I naively thought that the length of time between the second and third volume might have indicated that the writing would have improved. Because writers do grow and become more polished. Sadly, this was not the case. Thankfully the amount of Twilight references have gone down, but oddly this made things worse. Because I wasn't focusing my rage on Alexis Hall using another author's work as lazy exposition the one-dimensionality of all the characters was even more apparent. If it wasn't for Elise I don't think I could have even gotten through this book. All Kate does is traipse about London in varying levels of injury, not really accomplishing much, but causing havoc in her wake with minimal plot. Or as Kate herself said utilizing "a loose collection of randoms, most of whom I've slept with" for information and help. This results in a sameness to the three volumes I've read making me dread reading the forth. The books weren't well written the first or second time around and the third time isn't the charm. But there is Elise. The Pygmalion of it all. Which, because of the age of the myth, has been used time and time again. I mean, they even did a Buffy the Vampire Slayer episode that dealt exactly with the abandonment issues that Elise is processing. And Alexis Hall is no Jane Espenson. And yet Elise has a certain turn of phrase that makes her memorable. Her fascination for objects and their feelings, like how she wouldn't let Kate get rid of their destroyed car, gives her a depth. The love she has of temperature variations and textures is delightful. As is just the cadence of how she speaks. She has her own patois that it just adorable. And due to the storyline we finally get to learn more about her creation and world and how she wasn't the first or the last creation of Russel, he of "they're not comics they're graphic novels." Elise has "sisters." And they are all at different stages of her development. Beth, the eldest, is more developed and jaded, Alissa is the second youngest and still in the subservient phase, while Lisbeth is newborn. Part of me really wanted to just have them be the stars. And then Alexis Hall granted my wish and I realized I really need to be careful what I wish for because while Elise is interesting, she is more interesting seen through Kate's eyes. When she has control of the narrative somehow she loses her magic. Even her language loses it's luster. I think that was the last straw and the scales fell from my eyes. This series just isn't for me. But I'm willing to be proven wrong.

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Labels: Alexis Hall, Artie King, Buffy, Elise, Fire and Water, Jane Espenson, Kate Kane, London, London Calling, Nimue, Pygmalion, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Merchant of Dreams, The Tears of Hypnos, Twilight, Vampires

Enola Holmes and the Elegant Escapade by Nancy Springer
Published by: Wednesday Books
Publication Date: September 6th, 2022
Format: Hardcover, 240 Pages
Rating: ★★★★★
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Enola Holmes currently has it all. She no longer has to sklunk about in the shadows as a perditorian hoping that her famous brothers won't catch her and send her off to a finishing school when all she wants to do is make a name for herself as a finder of the lost. She has her place in the world, a safe roof over her head at the Professional Women's Club, and the chance of an education at the London Women's Academy. But she is a rare case. Most women in Victorian London are nothing more than chattel to their male relatives, be they fathers, or as was the case for Enola, brothers. By showing Sherlock and Mycroft what she is capable of she broke out of the cage her contemporaries live in. But a girl whom Enola has viewed as a dear friend from the first moment they met is trapped in this cage. Lady Cecily Alastair hasn't had the best of luck. First she was hypnotized and abducted, then because of her abduction her family, in particular her father, Sir Eustace Alastair, viewed her as spoiled goods and tried to force her into an arranged marriage. Both times Enola saved Cecily. And now Cecily needs saving again. Sir Eustace has locked Cecily in her room making her a literal prisoner. Enola hears about this and rushes to Cecily's aid, breaking her out of her prison cell and secreting her away. The only problem is Cecily's family hires Sherlock to find her. Things have been going so well between Enola and Sherlock and it hurts her to have to lie to him to protect her friend, but he just doesn't know what it's like to be a woman. Thankfully Cecily isn't as helpless as she seems, at least some of the time, fleeing Enola's office before Sherlock discovers her hide-hole. The danger is Cecily's upbringing has split her personality between the left-handed and her right-handed selves. Her right-handed is the woman her father and society wants her to be, her left-handed is her true self, brave, resilient, and capable. The only problem is who knows when she will be which. And when Cecily fled Enola's protection because she worried that Sherlock would discover her will she thrive or will she barely survive? One thing is clear, Cecily needs Enola and now Enola is working against the clock and her own brother. Again.

The world that Nancy Springer has created with Enola Holmes is just a pure delight with her innovative use of language and worldbuilding. I could read a further eight volumes and never grow tired of Enola's adventures, though perhaps poor Cecily is tired... That poor girl deserves a break. And while yes, this book is an escapade from beginning to end I have questions. Now these questions are spoilers, so look away if you haven't read about Enola's elegant escapade yet. OK you have been warned and if you are still reading this I assume that you know what happens or are willing to be spoiled. So the "big reveal" that frees Cecily from the clutches of her father's machinations is that he has made his fortune as a resurrection man. Well a more refined resurrection man in that he's only selling off the corpses of his dead employees. And I have so many questions. Mainly, how does he have so many dead employees? I mean it's heavily implied they have all died of natural causes so he's not doing a Burke and Hare, so how can this be a guaranteed income? At the time this book takes place it was basically a dead end job, pun fully intended. Cecily's father would have actually made more money selling off the hair and teeth separately. But would this have been enough to support a family with eight kids in luxury? I think not! This story, more than any of the others, relies on a heavy suspension of disbelief, at least from my point of view. The crime that Sir Eustace Alastair commits is so horrific that you are meant to recoil at the crime and not question it. Not question the economic logistics. But I did. Burke and Hare made about £8 a corpse in 1828 and that was in Edinburgh where corpses were in high demand because it was the center of medical study and research when they committed their crimes. This book takes place in 1889 and the pounds purchasing power had declined so if the price of a corpse stayed the same he'd only be making £6.77. And it's not mentioned if he had a lucrative side business in articulated skeletons like H.H. Holmes did. To be middle class, which a Baronet definitely is above, he'd have to make more than about £150 per year. So a middle class person would have to sell twenty-two plus corpses a year if that was there job. How the hell could he get that many? What's more that doesn't take into account the Anatomy Act of 1832 which came about as a result of the London Burkers. It made it easier to obtain corpses for medical research due to the strictures of medical cadavers only being criminals being lifted and licensing of teachers. So we're to believe that fifty-seven years later a Baronet is making his fortune doing this? As Conan Doyle himself said; "When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." And the truth is that this twist doesn't work.

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Labels: Burke and Hare, Enola Holmes, Enola Holmes and the Elegant Escapade, H.H. Holmes, Lady Cecily Alistair, Mycroft Holmes, Resurrection Man, Sherlock Holmes, Sherlocked: Enola Edition, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

I have been a fan of Sherlock Holmes for as long as I can remember but it probably actually dates back to the release of The Great Mouse Detective when I was seven. Back in 2015 as I awaited the return of Sherlock I decided to go all in and finally read all the original stories by Arthur Conan Doyle as well as a plethora of books and movies that were Sherlock adjacent. I think there are more adventures set in and around the world that Arthur Conan Doyle created than any other single property out there. Just off the top of my head there's The Irregulars, Murder Rooms, Without a Clue, Arthur and George, Basil of Baker Street, I could go on, but I think pointing out that even Will Ferrell has played Sherlock proves my point better than any list I could ever make. One thing I only lightly touched on in 2015 with Laurie R. King's The Beekeeper's Apprentice is the whole subgenre of women being at the center of a Holmesian adventure. Be they sisters, siblings, or wives, they are out there in force and one of the fieriest of all is Enola Holmes. My mom was a school librarian so the big treat every year was to go to the Scholastic warehouse and pick out books for the library. I went along to help and as a reward I could pick a few books for myself. This is where I first stumbled on Enola Holmes. I think Nancy Springer's series was actually on the Battle of the Books list that year and I thought the series sounded fun so I snagged a copy of The Case of the Missing Marquess and it languished, forgotten, on my bookshelf until I was moving at the exact same time as the first Enola Holmes movie hit Netflix. I added the book to my pile of books I planned to read that weren't going into storage and the next year when Enola returned to print with her new adventure, Enola Holmes and the Black Barouche, I not only devoured the whole series but was honored enough to be a part of Nancy Springer's blog tour. Needless to say I am now a devout convert to Enola as I hope you will be too. So join me this February as Enola proves she's just as capable of Sherlocking you as her older brother.

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Labels: Enola Holmes, Enola Holmes and the Black Barouche, Nancy Springer, Sherlock Holmes, Sherlocked, Sherlocked: Enola Edition, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Case of the Missing Marquess, The Great Mouse Detective

Catt Out of the Bag by Clifford Witting
Published by: Galileo Publishing
Publication Date: 1939
Format: Kindle, 280 Pages
Rating: ★★★★
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John Rutherford and his wife Molly aren't spending the holidays as he had hoped. Instead of being happily ensconced at their home they are the house guests of the de Fraynes. Because one doesn't turn down an invitation from Mrs. de Frayne as many times as they have without paying penance. And their penance is the holiday season as Mrs. de Frayne's puppets. They are to do what she wants when she wants it. Caroling, shopping, entertaining small children while dressed as Santa Claus, all these enforced activities fill John and Molly's time. But it's the caroling that will have a lasting impact. Mrs. de Frayne has their route through town mapped out to the minute. The group will sing at appointed locations while two of their number, Mr. Vavasour and Miss Gordon, each take a side of the street going door to door asking for donations to the cottage hospital. As the cuckolded Charles de Frayne says to John, he would gladly give whatever they would make on their rounds to stay out of the cold, but that would not be acceptable to his wife. At least he's in the dog house and is to stay home from the regimented event. As the night drags on Mr. Vavasour mysteriously disappears. At first the carolers make nothing of it. He must have gotten held up and will meet them either further along their route or back at the house. Neither happens. They assume he's gone home until his wife who was taken poorly and stayed home calls up asking if he was with them still. The next day John is still perplexed by Vavasour's disappearance and a newly arrived house guest suggests that they play detective. Going around to the Vavasour's house Mrs. Vavasour is nervous and makes up an elaborate story that her husband left town on business late last night and that they should just drop their inquiries. This only intrigues John more, and as luck would have it Molly's uncle is the famous Inspector Harry Charlton. Maybe Harry'd be able to get to the bottom of the Vavasour case? With John as his inside man of course.

As I enter December and the holiday season I always have my eyes peeled for a classic Christmas murder mystery. Catt Out of the Bag literally fell into my lab because one of my Goodreads friends had read it and gushed about it so much that I realized that if it was half as good as what they said it would be perfect for reading under the Christmas tree with the Netflix fire crackling away on my TV. I prefer the birchwood edition if you need to know. I finished the book on Christmas with a sigh of contentment. And here's the wonderful thing, the story is interesting with enough humorous characters and bizarre reveals about the life of the murder victim that figuring out the killer in advance doesn't detract from the story. Because I did figure out the killer in advance of the reveal. In fact I figured out who the killer was before they even killed. I'm not saying that to brag or anything, I just went, oh, that's the killer and then almost three-hundred pages later my hunch paid off. While I haven't read any other books in Clifford Witting's Inspector Harry Charlton series, seeing as I hadn't even heard of Clifford Witting before I picked up this book, I like that he obviously has fun in playing with the conventional murder mystery tropes. And he's not beyond a good joke. Seriously, when you get the meaning behind the title you will laugh. I also like that while this is in the Inspector Harry Charlton series we get a different POV with his nephew-in-law, John Rutherford, playing Watson to Charlton's Holmes, and doing a damn good job at aping Conan Doyle's style with a wink and a nod I might add. This is like a Christmassy The Hounds of the Baskervilles if you just looked to how the narrative is structured for the reader, because there are no evil fake botanists running around moors here. There is instead a bigamist. And I have to say, a very active bigamist. Really, I don't get bigamy. It seems like so much work to keep one household afloat and to have to do it at least twice? That man needed a nap and the killer obliged with a rather long one.

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Labels: Caroling, Catt Out of the Bag, Christmas, Clifford Witting, Disappearance, Goodreads, Inspector Harry Charlton, Murder, Murder Most Foul, Netflix, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of the Baskervilles

The Sittaford Mystery by Agatha Christie
Published by: Harpercollins Pub Ltd
Publication Date: 1931
Format: Paperback, 400 Pages
Rating: ★★★
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Captain Trevelyan's life is about to come to an end because of money. A love of money is what led him to lease his house to Mrs. Willett and her daughter Violet and what led someone to sneak into his home in Exhampton and bludgeon him to death. Though there is something very odd about his death. Mrs. Willett, Violet, and four other people knew he died right when it happened, despite being in Sittaford and not Exhampton. Of course they couldn't believe it was true. Until later that is. It happened like this. Mrs. Willett, in an effort to get to know her new neighbors, invited over four of them for a party; Major Burnaby, Mr. Rycroft, Mr. Garfield, and Mr. Duke. Mr. Garfield suggested they play a game of table-turning. As the clock struck twenty-five minutes after the five o'clock hour a spirit announced that Captain Trevelyan had been murdered. His dear friend Major Burnaby, fearing for his friend's life, threw caution to the wind and trudged out into the blizzard ravaging Dartmoor. Six miles and two and a half hours later Captain Trevelyan is found dead by Major Burnaby, Doctor Warren, and the local constabulary. No one at the seance is obviously a suspect. Or are they? Time and circumstance would make you think not, but when money is involved sometimes the impossible is possible. Captain Trevelyan's heirs are the most likely suspects, especially his nephew James, who happened to be in Exhampton hoping to ask his uncle for a loan when the murder happened. James's fiancee Emily Trefusis knows that he is innocent, despite his subsequent arrest. Therefore she takes it upon herself to investigate Captain Trevelyan's murder with the help of a journalist who has taken a shine to her and is hoping that this case could be his big break. Will they find out who the murderer really is when everyone is acting suspicious and has secrets of their own they are trying to keep hidden? Much like the melting snow revealing the ground, the truth will be revealed not because of good old fashioned police work, but because of love.

I don't know if you're like me, but every once in a while I am desperate for a book with a good seance. Perhaps that is why I gravitate towards the Gothic genre, because if there's one thing you can be sure of it's a tad of table-turning. So this story starts for me back in 2019 when two events coincided perfectly. One was a friend of mine happened to mention they had just finished an Agatha Christie novel that had a seance. Two was my dearest friend in the world coming for a visit, and her visits include trips to numerous bookstores. I had obviously gotten the title of the book off the first friend and then when out with the second friend I found The Sittaford Mystery at Half Price Books. Last fall when I was packing up my books to move there were several I kept out because I wanted something good and Gothic to read for Halloween and The Sittaford Mystery happened to be one of them. Now, I'm not going to say that this book disappointed me, I enjoyed the murder and said seance very much. I enjoyed the killer cunningly prophesying the death by manipulation of said seance. I enjoyed a lot of it. The problem is this isn't a Halloween read, this is a Christmas read. The snowbound suspects is a dead giveaway. And yes, I know it's weird, but I also think that murder mysteries are Christmas reads... I don't know if it's being locked up with one's relatives or what, but yes, they are. So my advice is read this book in front of a roaring fire on a cold December day instead of a week before Halloween. And for those of you saying I should have been reading Christie's Hallowe'en Party, yeah, yeah, I could have, but I still remember who the killer is and I try to wait until I've forgotten to read them again. And as for The Hound of the Baskervilles references... it's not that I didn't catch them... I mean I kind of did... it's just that that story is so deliciously Gothic and this one is so decidedly not on the same level, that I didn't really think about it. This is a solid murder mystery, the Gothic trappings are nothing more than that, trappings. Just another red herring for us readers to ignore while trying to figure out whodunit!

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Labels: Agatha Christie, Christmas, Going Gothic, Gothic, Half Prices Books, Hallowe'en Party, Halloween, Money, Murder, Seance, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Table-Turning, The Hound of the Baskervilles, The Sittaford Mystery

Question: What is it about the Holmes canon that has inspired so many offshoots starring everyone from irregulars to noncanonical wives, children, and siblings?

Answer: I wish I knew. No other fictional character ever has been as “real” as Sherlock Holmes. I wish I knew how Conan Doyle did it.

Question: What was it like infusing the world created by Conan Doyle with a feminine, one would say flowery touch?

Answer: Fun. Rollicking good fun.

Question: Have you always had an interest in ciphers or did the creation of Enola lead you into a deep dive of cryptography?

Answer: Writing about Enola Holmes led me there. I had no interest in secret codes until I learned how many of them Victorian women had to use, and why.

Question: It’s been over a decade since your last Enola Holmes Mystery, did the success of the Netflix movie, leading to renewed interest in the series, so much so that readers could literally not get a physical copy of any of the Enola Holmes books, inspire you to continue her adventures, hopefully over several books, or was it just a happy coincidence?

Answer: I actually wrote Enola Holmes and the Black Barouche* and some other Enola Holmes novels after the 2008 recession, but they didn't sell then.

Question: For me, adaptations are an obsession. Though contrarily I totally believe, unlike many others who don’t hold this stance, that books are the final product in and of themselves and adaptations are just a nice additional. Has having the first Enola Holmes book adapted changed your opinion on the series?

Answer: I'm not sure I understand your question**. I'll just say that when writing about Enola Holmes, I try to stick to my original vision of her and not let the movie intrude.

*Out today! 

**I was trying to weigh in on the book world controversy where some people don't believe a book has really "made it" until it has been adapted. Which is a total disservice to the awesomeness of literature in my humble opinion. But as you can see with so many people only picking up Nancy's work once it was adapted, to them, having work being adapted matters.

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Labels: Adaptation, Blog Tour, Cryptography, Enola Holmes, Enola Holmes and the Black Barouche, Nancy Springer, Q&A, Release Date, Secret Codes, Sherlock Holmes, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Victorian

Given how many times the Sherlock Holmes canon has been adapted there is surprisingly little out there with regard to the Baker Street Irregulars. There was the series written by Robert Newman which I didn't know was a series until a few years ago and another series written by Doctor Who writer Terrance Dicks, and they were used abysmally by Anthony Horowitz in The House of Silk... but other than that, they haven't really been explored. Which is why The Irregulars is such an interesting take on Conan Doyle's work, because I really do mean his whole body of work, not just his casebooks on Holmes. Here we see Sherlock and Watson through the jaded eyes of a gaggle of kids on the street, and to put it mildly, they don't hold the two famous detectives in high esteem, in fact they rather think that Watson is a villain. Supernatural phenomena has been occurring in London and Bea and her gang, Jessie, Bea's gifted younger sister, Billy, a fellow orphan from the workhouse, Spike, and Leo, Prince Victoria's son hiding out from Royal duties, take it upon themselves to figure out what is going on. At first it's more a job, but then it becomes personal. The supernatural aspects are a nice backdrop, because they separate this show from the rest of the Conan Doyle canon, but at the same time tap into that which he firmly believed in, mediums and the ability to talk to the dead. So this is literally Conan Doyle to the max! The series does have a rocky start, the first few episodes seem determined to show that it's "hip" with out of place dubstep music, but thankfully once you get to "Chapter Three: Ipsissimus" the show finally comes together in a country house bottle episode that features Mycroft and a cult that he just happens to be in. This is the show at it's strongest, showing the relationships between the young cast and how much they need each other. In fact, I'd say this is the closest you'll ever get to Sherlock Holmes with heart. I look forward to more of their adventures now that they are somewhat out of the shadow of Sherlock. But they will still have to grapple with his legacy.

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Labels: And the Emmy Goes To, Anthony Horowitz, Baker Street Irregulars, Mediums, Queen Victoria, Robert Newman, Sherlock Holmes, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Supernatural, Terrance Dicks, The House of Silk, The Irregulars