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4.15 AVERAGE
4.15 AVERAGE
adventurous
mysterious
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Plot
Strong character development:
N/A
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
This is one of the strongest collections of Holmes short stories with some true classics. The only downside for me is my familiarity with the tales but it really doesn’t detract from the quality. Fine writing, dense atmosphere, wit, warmth and skullduggery. A fine collection of mysteries and intrigues.
My 5 year old son became engrossed in the ‘Speckled Band’ one evening and after falling asleep before the end, demanded we listen again the next day to see how it ended. That’s great stuff.
My 5 year old son became engrossed in the ‘Speckled Band’ one evening and after falling asleep before the end, demanded we listen again the next day to see how it ended. That’s great stuff.
adventurous
funny
mysterious
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Plot
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
My favorites: A Scandal in Bohemia, The Red-Headed League, The Five Orange Pips, The Adventure of the Noble Bachelor, and The Adventure of the Copper Beeches.
adventurous
mysterious
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Plot
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
Ben and Jerry: an imaginary happenstance.
How are you, Ben?
I am … okay I guess. (pause) Uh, what is this? Am I sleeping? Is this a dream?
It is indeed. This is a dream, and this is real.
Who… who are you?
I am Jerry. You are supposed to know me, Ben. I am you. And you are me.
Jerry? Jerry! That nose, that chin, the forehead, the smirk. Jerry!
Yes, Jerry indeed. How are you, Ben?
It’s eating me, Jerry. It’s killing me. I’ve played a dragon, I’ve played the devil, and I’ve played a genius, a real one this time. But there’s one man who consumes me. That man. He gnaws at me from the inside.
I know.
Of course you know, Jerry. It consumed you. It killed you, and it made you immortal. It made you a God. You know how it goes, Jerry.
I know.
Do you regret it? Do you regret doing it?
Do I regret immortality? Yes. No. The pain was unbearable. The others could see him gnaw at me, in front of their eyes.
Martin says the same thing. He can see it. He has seen it right from the start. Mark and Steve do so to, but they will not tell. Did Michael tell you? Did the ones at Granada?
They did. They did, but nothing could be done then to save me.
You did 41 of those. It is impossible. Old Basil did about 12 odd, didn’t he?
Yes, Basil did about 14, I think. Those South Africans are made of sterner stuff, it didn’t consume him as much. Those were simpler times, though. You’ve done 13 as of now, haven’t you?
Yes I have. And given a choice, I wouldn’t do another.
Given a choice, you will jump at doing another. It’s a drug, Ben. It’s the seven-percent-solution, only stronger. Best wishes at letting go, though. Goodbye.
Are you leaving me, Jerry? Jerry? Jerry!
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This was published previously at The New Indian Express.
How are you, Ben?
I am … okay I guess. (pause) Uh, what is this? Am I sleeping? Is this a dream?
It is indeed. This is a dream, and this is real.
Who… who are you?
I am Jerry. You are supposed to know me, Ben. I am you. And you are me.
Jerry? Jerry! That nose, that chin, the forehead, the smirk. Jerry!
Yes, Jerry indeed. How are you, Ben?
It’s eating me, Jerry. It’s killing me. I’ve played a dragon, I’ve played the devil, and I’ve played a genius, a real one this time. But there’s one man who consumes me. That man. He gnaws at me from the inside.
I know.
Of course you know, Jerry. It consumed you. It killed you, and it made you immortal. It made you a God. You know how it goes, Jerry.
I know.
Do you regret it? Do you regret doing it?
Do I regret immortality? Yes. No. The pain was unbearable. The others could see him gnaw at me, in front of their eyes.
Martin says the same thing. He can see it. He has seen it right from the start. Mark and Steve do so to, but they will not tell. Did Michael tell you? Did the ones at Granada?
They did. They did, but nothing could be done then to save me.
You did 41 of those. It is impossible. Old Basil did about 12 odd, didn’t he?
Yes, Basil did about 14, I think. Those South Africans are made of sterner stuff, it didn’t consume him as much. Those were simpler times, though. You’ve done 13 as of now, haven’t you?
Yes I have. And given a choice, I wouldn’t do another.
Given a choice, you will jump at doing another. It’s a drug, Ben. It’s the seven-percent-solution, only stronger. Best wishes at letting go, though. Goodbye.
Are you leaving me, Jerry? Jerry? Jerry!
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This was published previously at The New Indian Express.
It was quite a delightful read, not just for the interesting story and writing, but also for the overall atmosphere of that time, of having breakfast or coffee on Baker Street, finding out Sherlock did cocaine and snuff (tobacco), and did not like to be introduced with 1CDr. 1D for dislike of being affiliated with any institution.