Rendezvous at the Populaire by Kate Workman puts us into familiar territory; the world of the Phantom of the Opera. This has been a happy hunting ground for pastiche writers, Sam Siciliano springs to mind. What we have here is a stripped down version, the tale being told in a straightforward and exciting manner. Holmes and Watson are perfectly drawn and it's refreshing to see Watson fully involved; I felt the 'Phantom' novels of Siciliano and Nicholas Meyer both suffered by Watson's absence from the main events. The Holmes of this tale is a vulnerable man, injured and doubting himself, but of course rises to the occasion, particularly in the fight scene with Erik. For fans of the Canon this is more satisfying than previous pastiches on this theme, its heart is in the right place and it is an undeniably exciting read.

If you like your Holmes to be 'different' and pastiches tinged with the supernatural than Tracy Revel's tow Holmes novels, Shadowfall and Shadowblood will satisfy on both accounts. Shadowfall begins by surprising Watson and therefore the reader by his walking in on a conversation between Titania, Queen of the fairies and Holmes. Once Watson accepts the premise..we are off on an enthralling adventure. I, for one was so bowled over by the story that I was not any time disquieted by a Holmes who was 'not of this world'. This is a tribute to Ms. Revel's skill in combing elements of the Canon with the other wordly elements of the shadowy world and characters that we meet along the way. Along the way Watson loses his soul, but not his courage or compassion. The action never flags and I was all too sad to get to the end of this hugely entertaining novel.

Tracy Revel's second Holmes novel, 'Shadowblood' brings us back once more to the world of shadows and halflings, magic and evil. Shadowfall was a great read, but this is even better. If anything, the characterisations of Holmes and Watson gel even better than before, the interacting between the pair is unforced and perfectly in keeping with the spirit of the Canon. the action ranges from London, through to Prague to Florida on the trail of Alice Telfair, a witch with no compassion for anybody or anything, and the Fountain of Youth. The gallery of characters we encounter is truly extraordinary with Lizzie Borden and HP Lovecraft thrown in for good measure. Enormously exciting, well plotted and the very essence of a page turner. And......the last lines are very, very moving. Loved it!


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A different Holmes

I am sure I am not giving anything away by saying at the outset that in Margaret Park Bridges' 'My Dear Watson', that we are dealing with a Sherlock Holmes who we see in a different light...namely, he reveals himself to be a woman....Lucy Holmes.

     

I admit to being a tad apprehensive when starting this book lest it developed into something tawdry with an affair between Holmes and Watson being chief on my 'worrying' agenda. What quickly became apparent is the fact that this book has been written with great love and affection. This Holmes is still Holmes as we know 'him' to be with no lessening or coarsening of the character. Watson, although having his romantic foibles brought to the surface ( not Holmes!!) is as steadfast as we would wish him to be, honesty and intelligence are his twin qualities here in spite of being misled by the charms of one, Constance Moriarty who is an excellently drawn villain with a secret of her own which is enmeshed with Holmes's own. I found the book exciting and strangely moving and I have no hesitation in recommending it to all Sherlockians and Holmesians out there. You will not be disappointed.

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The thirteen tales that make up 'The Outstanding Mysteries of Sherlock Holmes' all have something in common above all else.....a fast pace and sense of rhythm. It's great to come across stories in which the author, in spite of his meticulous research, has no need to pad out the action, the adventures and the camaraderie of Holmes and Watson speak for themselves.

The dialogue rings true and all the characters act as you would expect them to and the cast of characters include the usual suspects of Mrs Hudson, Lestrade and Mycroft Holmes. I have seen criticism of many a pastiche writer who may have populated their tales with these familiar figures as though it told in some way of a lack of imagination from the writer. I do not see it that way. These almost peripheral characters are every bit a part of the Holmes universe in the way that London fogs and hansom cabs are. I am always glad to see them in the mix. The stories themselves are well-constructed, atmospheric and effective. My personal favourite is 'The Chamber of Sorrow Mystery'; I never object to tales of Holmes tinged with the supernatural and this is a very sweet offering and quite moving. I wish I had written it myself. The only minor quibble I have is a somewhat over reliance on stock phrases such as 'old fellow' 'By Jove' 'Eureka' etc, but then I have been guilty of that myself with far too many 'my dear friends' creeeping into my first pastiche 'Sherlock Holmes and The Lyme Regis Horror', I have attempted to rein myself in for the next pastiche!

All in all, then a worthy addition to the realms of Holmes pastiches. Thoroughly entertaining.

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Just think how much of literature could be improved with certain Holmesian additions. Consider these opening lines for instance. Feel free to play along and work out which books these come from and come up with some of your own !


"Please, sir, is this 221b Baker Street?" asked a ragged boy of the man who opened the door at which the omnibus left him.

"Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Sherlock Holmes, lying on the rug.

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a consulting detective in possession of a good fortune must not necessarily be in want of a wife."

"When Doctor Watson went to Baker Street to live with Sherlock Holmes, everybody said he was the most disagreeable-looking doctor ever seen."


"It was about eleven o'clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the gutters of Baker Street."


"Stately, plump Mycroft Holmes came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressing gown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him by the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned: ----Introibo ad altare Dei."


"Someone must have traduced Doctor Watson, for without having done anything wrong he was arrested one fine morning."


"Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson sat one morning in the window-bay of 221b Baker Street, working and talking."


"During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy Baskerville Hall. I know not how it was - but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit."


"The manager had no business to do it," said Holmes, "no business at all. He promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh,Watson!"


"Holmes knew, before he had been in Brighton three hours, that they meant to murder him."


"My dear wife Mary and I have just been a week in our new home, 64 Queen Anne Street--a nice six-roomed residence, not counting basement, with a front-breakfast parlour."

"Sherlock Holmes's jaw was long and bony, his chin a jutting v under the more flexible v of his mouth. His nostrils curved back to make another, smaller v. His yellow-grey eyes were horizontal. The v motif was picked up again by thickish brows rising outward from twin creases above a hooked nose, and his pale brown hair grew down--from high flat temples--in a point on his forehead. He looked rather pleasantly like a blond satan.


He said to his colleague: "Yes,Watson?"


"I was leaning against the bar in a saloon on Oxford Street, waiting for Mary to finish her Christmas shopping, when a girl got up from the table where she had been sitting with three other people and came over to see me. She was small and blonde, and whether you looked at her face or at her body in powder-blue sports clothes, the result was satisfactory. "Aren't you Doctor Watson?" she asked."


"When Sherlock Holmes smiled, the corners of his mouth spread till they were within an unimportant distance of his ears, his eyes were reduced to chinks, and diverging wrinkles appeared round them, extending upon his countenance like the rays in a rudimentary sketch of the rising sun."


"Moriarty was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Holmes signed it. And Holmes's name was good upon `Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to.

"Old Moriarty was as dead as a door-nail."


"Last night I dreamt I went to Shoscombe Old Place again."

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The Art of the Pastiche

What do we look for in a Holmes pastiche? Which are the most important elements for us?

For me, I look to the characters of Holmes and Watson. If they are 'right' I can forgive even the odd creakiness of plot. Whatever else may go on around them I do like my Holmes and Watson to be as canonical as is possible. I have placed them in my demented scribblings in all kinds of situations such as; the land of Oz, meeting Laurel and Hardy, Holmes being a Time Lord in a Dr Who piece, the sphere of the supernatural, but I always, always endeavour to have them behave traditionally in every way whatever madness goes on around them.

In a recent interview Anthony Horowitz said that his opinion that most pastiches were, 'by and large terrible'. I beg to differ. I find the majority of the pastiches to be good..some very good....some excellent. Some of these can produce heated views. I am thinking of 'The Last Sherlock Holmes Story' by Michael Dibdin. I know some who will not give it house room, who hate it with a passion.
The central premise of this Holmes vs Ripper tale is indeed shocking and it is no wonder that for so many Holmes enthusiasts it is a work to be avoided. Personally, I enjoyed it immensely. The whole flavour of that time is brought vividly to life. The dialogue crackles with authenticity and it undoubtedly a gripping read.

To my mind, the final sacrifice (you have to read it to find out more!) reveals the depths of the friendship of these two men. I find it every bit as moving as the glimpses into 'a great heart' in the 'Three Garridebs'.

Feel free to argue.....................

New Edition

The 2nd Edition of Sherlock Holmes and the Lyme Regis Horror hits the streets, lanes and the far flung meadows of the world on December 8th. Published by MX Publishing It goes without saying that I am a tad excited!!

Truth

Truth is a barren sort of beauty-
a cleanliness of form and line.
As the ice glazed trees in winter
cast blue shadows on the snow;
As desert sands hiss and glow darkly
gold against the bloody sunset;
As the lonely ocean swells
in vibrant depths of cyan green.
Quiet beauties illuminate Truth.

Chance

Sitting in my corner
Quietly observing
The silence makes way
For the rustling passerby
Where are you going?
Where did you come from?
Never to be seen by me again
Save for this one moment
When our paths cross
I will not remember you
You will not remember me
Our short encounter
Lost to the hands of time
Each headed in a direction our own
I am destined
Never to know your name
Nor you mine
Yet for one moment
One little second
Of all the seconds previously lived
And waiting to be lived
Our lives crossed
And we are never to be the same

Stone Cold Streets

As light comes to rest,
Gloomy night roams the sky.
Only faded lights in the street
Break the eating darkness.

Silence has come into every corner,
And into every hole.
Only in silence,
Secrets can be heard,
And memories can be seen.

Tower bell strikes three times,
And the black shadows come out,
Carrying a loved one on their shoulders.

Tears on their eyes,
And cuts on their shoulders,
Keep them going through
This dreaded night.

They walk,
Through the stone cold streets,
Remembering the laughs,
Feeling the tears.

Sadness rules tonight,
The dark shadows know it,
They are feeling it,
In their heart,
In that moment,
Tonight.

Tower bell struck three times,
But the darkness which fell,
Knocked but once.

Memories

miles of spun glass,

the crystals glint

in the gold light of yesterday.

Light and fragile,

one touch and

a life may shatter

into thousands of

glass shards, left

to be swept up and

tossed away.

Forbidden Christmas

The murmuring dead warning who appears,
Expecting shadows to fearfully call to me,
Lurking eyes becomes sharp as night comes,
Stretching its chill like a forbidden Christmas

The hidden haven wait to sound the wind,
Watching glowing outstretched leaves sigh,
Quiet gusts of eery wind becomes deep sleep,
Beautiful crystal eyes speak to the quiet forest

Futility

The image of my bloodshot, sunken eyes
and mask of apathy.
Holds my attention as it flickers
into being on the television screen.
It exists in the pauses between
the news bulletins and my regularly
scheduled life.
It ephemerally blinks out,
overshadowed by the mundane
of the world.
My ears exist to hear the exploding liberators.
My eyes exist to be awed by the price of the freedom toll.
My mouth shocks others into existence.
All fail at their duty save my hands.
My hands do nothing.