Imagine, if you will, dear reader, my surprise (nay, dismay) upon viewing the new BBC television adaptation of my “boon favourite”, Mr Sherlock Holmes…
Anticipating (not unnaturally, I am sure you would agree) that we were about to be thrillingly entertained with visions of our tweed-clad hero emerging from a London “pea-souper”, I had prepared myself accordingly for an evening of wholesome sleuthing: my meerschaum pipe was smouldering agreeably, I had buffed up my magnifying-glass to a fine sheen, and donned my trusty deerstalker, tying the flaps neatly & tightly beneath my chin…
Yet lo and behold! What were we presented with? A “post-modern” Holmes with a mobile telephonic device, A “Doctor Watson” devoid of any moustaches (!) and ne’er a hansom cab to be seen!
“An outrage!” I spluttered, and yet…and yet…and yet…
As I watched further, I confess that I was strangely drawn to this novel adaptation: the writing was admirably crisp, the pace devilishly swift, and Mrs Hudson was a revelation! (I confess it, I rather admired “the cut of her jib”).
I may yet, in fact, be tempted to watch further episodes. Never let it be said, therefore, that the Blogbrarian is not a chap who “moves with the times”.
I shall, naturally, be checking the veracity of each storyline by re-reading some of the Holmes novels, thankfully available via the medium of Bexley’s splendid library service. I would urge you to do likewise, dear readers, and to post any of your musings using the “comments” facility clearly marked below.
TTFN
Anticipating (not unnaturally, I am sure you would agree) that we were about to be thrillingly entertained with visions of our tweed-clad hero emerging from a London “pea-souper”, I had prepared myself accordingly for an evening of wholesome sleuthing: my meerschaum pipe was smouldering agreeably, I had buffed up my magnifying-glass to a fine sheen, and donned my trusty deerstalker, tying the flaps neatly & tightly beneath my chin…
Yet lo and behold! What were we presented with? A “post-modern” Holmes with a mobile telephonic device, A “Doctor Watson” devoid of any moustaches (!) and ne’er a hansom cab to be seen!
“An outrage!” I spluttered, and yet…and yet…and yet…
As I watched further, I confess that I was strangely drawn to this novel adaptation: the writing was admirably crisp, the pace devilishly swift, and Mrs Hudson was a revelation! (I confess it, I rather admired “the cut of her jib”).
I may yet, in fact, be tempted to watch further episodes. Never let it be said, therefore, that the Blogbrarian is not a chap who “moves with the times”.
I shall, naturally, be checking the veracity of each storyline by re-reading some of the Holmes novels, thankfully available via the medium of Bexley’s splendid library service. I would urge you to do likewise, dear readers, and to post any of your musings using the “comments” facility clearly marked below.
TTFN
