I PUT YOU TO WORK!
Claire arrived Sunday night and today I’ve got her slaving away in the kitchen. What did we make? Raspberry pancakes.
Were they good? Yes.
Mostly because I didn’t have to make them.
I PUT YOU TO WORK!
Claire arrived Sunday night and today I’ve got her slaving away in the kitchen. What did we make? Raspberry pancakes.
Were they good? Yes.
Mostly because I didn’t have to make them.
I was a little wary of this – how many times can Shrek be clever, after all? (And, frankly, if you ask me, the third one wasn’t – except for the princesses kicking ass at the castle part…) I was a little worried it would just be new celebrity-voiced characters and pop culture references, but I couldn’t resist fat!Puss-in-Boots. I mean, look at him!
But it turns out that it’s quite a sweet movie – there are still celebrity voices and pop culture references, but those do take a back seat to the plot and the characters in this one.
I feel like there was something else I wanted to say, but I went back to fix a typo and completely lost my train of thought, so…
Summer blockbuster tally = 4-0-0
“The Reigate Squires” was published in June 1893 and takes place Thursday April 14 to Tuesday, April 26, 1887. According to Baring-Gould, something very shocking has happened here – all chronologists are in complete agreement with each other and, more importantly…with Watson!
The story opens with Holmes convalescing in a hotel in Lyons with Watson by his side for his recovery, though not for the preceding case. Watson states that when he arrives, Holmes’ hotel room is ‘literally ankle-deep with congratulatory telegrams’ (NA, 558). Frankly, I’m surprised only one Holmesian took up the gauntlet that had been thrown here. Carol P. Woods ‘calculates that to fill the average French hotel room to “ankle-deep” would require 10,741 crumpled telegrams; and she muses that Holmes’ illness was caused not entirely by the exertions put forth in the Netherlands-Sumatra case but also by the telegram-crumpling itself, which would have required slightly over 179 hours of opening, reading, crumpling, and tossing’ (NA, 558). And with those calculations, Carol moves into fourth place!
Watson indeed earns the nickname Mother Hen in this one – when discussing the recent robbery of Colonel Hayter’s home, Holmes begins to get intrigued:
“Oh, the fellows evidently grabbed hold of anything they could get.”
Holmes grunted from the sofa.
“The county police ought to make something of that,” said he. “Why, it is surely obvious that–”
But I held up a warning finger.
“You are here for a rest, my dear fellow. For heaven’s sake, don’t get started on a new problem when your nerves are all in shreds.”
Holmes shrugged his shoulders with a glance of comic resignation towards the Colonel, and the talk drifted away into less dangerous channels.
I can hear him tutting from here!
Much of the mystery is solved based on Holmes’ deductions from the scrap of the note they find clutched in William Kirwin’s hand – the fact that there are two writers, alternating words; that they are related; that one is older and one is younger; that one is in poor health; and that one is in charge while one is following. John Ball Jr. outlines the twenty-three deductions that Holmes makes but chooses not to reveal as they have less bearing on the case:
Apparently, the Victorians (who got the idea from the French) put a lot of stock into graphology. Winifred Christie isn’t buying some of Holmes’ deductions, saying that ‘By modern standards, Holmes was mistaken in thinking that you can tell the age of adult writers. But he concluded perfectly rightly that you can deduce the state of health. What he called the broken-backed appearance of the older man’s writing presents two symptoms: tremulousness shows debility, and the broken upstrokes heart disease. Heart weakness is confirmed by the presence of irrelevant dots’ (BG, 342). She also agrees with him that ‘there are family writings as there are family walk and voices’ (BG, 343). Which brings me to ask – what does form our handwriting? I really can’t think of anything other than it must have something to do with fine differences in muscles and tendons in the hand and wrist – things shifted tiny, tiny bits from person to person and ever so sightly stronger or weaker. Maybe? Theories? Any handwriting experts out there who want to enlighten me?
Part of the mystery remains unsolved, though! Who in the world is Annie Morrison?! Seems like rather an important thread to leave untied after all this! According to Leslie, ‘the connection of Annie Morrison, if any, to Miss Morrison of “The Crooked Man” or to Morrison, Morrison & Dodd of “The Sussex Vampire” is unknown (NA, 581). I find it hard to believe that none of the Holmesians have any theories as to our mystery woman – surely someone out there thinks she was married to Holmes or secretly Watson’s sister or something!
An interesting tidbit about the title just before I sign off – when it was published in Harper’s Weekly in the States, the editors changed the title to “The Reigate Puzzle” ‘evidently fearful that the term “squires” might affront the robust American democracy of those days’ (BG, 345). Also, ACD ranked this 12th on his list of favorites.
Tune in next week for “The Crooked Man”!
*Most of my notes, I think, come from the New Annotated simply because I find its format easier to work through and it is, therefore, the version that I’m reading first (I’m only reading the notes in the Baring-Gould). Much of the information is doubled up, but there is some that is unique to either volume, so if you see NA, that’s the Baring-Gould edition and BG is the New Annotated. No, I’m totally kidding – it’s the other way (the logical way) round.
“The Musgrave Ritual” was published in May of 1893 and, according to Baring-Gould, takes place Thursday, October 2, 1879.
And we have VR! As Leslie puts it, this short story ‘reveals Holmes the decorator, as he draws a large “V.R.” on the apartment wall with gunshots!’ (NA, 528). There is some discussion, however, given Watson’s description of the bullets as Boxer cartridges, whether or not they were too powerful for the fine detail work Holmes put them to. According to Mr. Leavitt, ‘Long before Holmes had finished, the room–and the entire house–would have been filled with gritty, white plaster-dust, and the end result after all hundred cartridges had been expended, would have been a vast area chipped away in a shallow concave and glowering out redly over a room littered ankle-deep in chunks of plaster an dgreat ugly shards of what had once been good English brick’ (BG, 123). Frankly, if this is the result, I think I have to agree with Watson that probably ‘neither the atmosphere nor the appearance of [their] room was improved by it’ (NA, 529).
I’m not going to retype the whole thing, but this entire opening paragraph strikes me as being very JKJ-esque, showing off Watson’s dry, understated humor to great advantage. They were writing around the same time – I wonder if Watson had ever picked up a copy of Three Men in a Boat… I’m going to add that to my personal canon, I think.
Once again D. Martin Dakin brings the crazy (and this week’s subtitle)! (I think he’s done it before, hasn’t it? Anyone remember?) When Holmes lists off some of his old cases in an attempt to tantalize Watson, one of them is the ‘full account of Ricoletti of the club foot, and his abominable wife.’ D. Martin Dakin ‘points out that the native name for the Abominable Snowman is “yeti” and suggests that what Holmes really said was “the wrinkled yeti of the club foot and his abominable life”‘ (NA, 530). I…don’t even know where to begin except to say that D. Martin Dakin is starting to give Manly Wade a run for his money as my favorite Holmesian.
The Holmesians also think that he may have been completely making up some of these lists of previous cases to tease Watson – frankly, I think he does it here to get out of tidying up. Watson is easily distracted, after all. Despite having suggested that ‘as he had finished pasting extracts into his commonplace book, he might employ the next two hours in making our room a little more habitable’ (NA, 529), tempted by old cases, Watson immediately asks for an account of The Musgrave Ritual. Holmes has so successfully ensnared Watson’s interest, that he even teases him saying ‘And leave the litter as it is? Your tidiness won’t bear much strain, after all, Watson.’
Watson is fond of his hoarder.
Holmes’ rooms at Montague Street would have been very close to the British Museum and there is speculation that he spent much of those early years, when clients would be few and far between, ensconced in the Reading Room, filling up his brain attic and gathering information for his monographs. Leslie, rogue that he is, says that ‘on a visit to the Reading room in the mid-1970s, [he] obtained a brochure from the Reading Room listing famous readers, including Karl Marx but not including Holmes. When a guard who appeared quite ancient was questioned about this omission, he curtly stated that he had “never seen Holmes here” (NA, 532). How mischievous of you, Leslie! (Also, how ancient must the guard have looked?!)
So it turns out that, according to Nathan Bengis (who, for reasons that will become apparent a few stories from now has rocketed to third place in my list of favorites), the artifact that had been locked in the box in the cellar was the Crown of St. Edward, worn by James I and Charles I at their coronations. But I think Leslie is holding out on me. That’s the only explanation he gives, despite starting out by saying that the ‘identification of the artifact rescued by Holmes is the subject of some controversy’ (NA, 552). There’s got to be at least one Holmesian (D. Martin Dakin, I’m looking at you!) who thinks that what Holmes found was, I don’t know, an alien spaceship or something. Come on, Leslie, where my crazies at?!
Good old Bengis points out that the hardest thing to believe here is that the Musgraves were allowed to keep what is an ancient British relic. Surely it would have been quickly moved to the Tower of London with all the other national treasures!
Also, there is some disbelief that the crown remained hidden for so long, given the obviousness of its hiding place – a cellar still being used to store wood with a heavy iron ring in the middle of its floor. D. Martin Dakin ‘observes [that] surely someone over the course of two centuries would have noticed the cellar’s unusual ornamentation: “there in the middle of the floor was a flagstone with a ring in it, just shouting out to be lifted up”‘ (NA, 553). I agree – the Musgraves must have been very unimaginative to be able to resist such a temptation!
And now to discuss the ritual. Ah, the ritual! Despite being famous (T.S. Eliot cribbed from it for his play Murder in the Cathedral) and holding a special place in the hearts of the Irregulars (they recite it at their annual dinner), the ritual is…problematic at best. I’m not sure I completely understand all the problems here, but I’ll do my best to outline them:
In March 1927, before The Case-book was published, the Strand asked ACD to rank his favorite 12 short stories – “The Musgrave Ritual” lands at number 11 on his list.
That was an exciting one! Join me next week for “The Reigate Squires.”
*Most of my notes, I think, come from the New Annotated simply because I find its format easier to work through and it is, therefore, the version that I’m reading first (I’m only reading the notes in the Baring-Gould). Much of the information is doubled up, but there is some that is unique to either volume, so if you see NA, that’s the Baring-Gould edition and BG is the New Annotated. No, I’m totally kidding – it’s the other way (the logical way) round.
It’s wind farms. (Ill-photographed wind farms, but it’s the best Edward and I could do.)
I’ve seen the ones in California, but this is a field of them that’s only about an hour or so away from here. I didn’t know we had them in Illinois, but I guess it makes sense – it’s big and flat with nothing to stop the wind from howling across the countryside.
And I love them.
There’s something strangely…eerie about them. They all face the same direction, so it’s like they’re watching for something that hasn’t happened yet or waiting for something that’s about to happen. They’re big and spindly and post-apocalyptic and they all turn deliberately slowly.
And then, every once in a while there’s one that’s stopped and all I want to know is why.
AND THEN AT NIGHT, THEY ALL BLINK IN ALMOST-UNISON.
It’s fascinating.
Seriously, if I lived near one of these wind farms, I’d get nothing done. I’d just stare out of my window all day, trying to make sense of them all.
So I made pasta e fagioli.
Obviously I don’t have a grill (and my grill pan is the complete opposite of nonstick – seriously, even my utensils glue themselves to it), so I roasted my cherry tomatoes in the oven. I put them in at 400 degrees and then just checked on them every few minutes. It didn’t take very long – maybe five minutes – until they were all burst and soft and juicy.
Very tasty, super easy, and mad quick to throw together!
And maybe even two of these cupcakes! I…may or may not have eaten two at one go before I filled and frosted them (and maybe even once again since then). But that’s just between you and me, right?
It’s yellow in my kitchen again so I thought I’d play with Photobucket’s fun editing tools. Nifty, eh? Though it doesn’t really help you tell what kind of cupcake it is… I’ll tell you instead!
They’re Raspberry Lime Cloud cupcakes and they’re super-tasty! It’s a lime cupcake filled with a raspberry-lime curd and then topped with a raspberry-lime whipped cream frosting. It sounds pretty complicated, but I promise it’s not. And there’s just enough tartness in the lime and raspberry to balance out all the sugar in there.
Diabolically easy to eat.
“The ‘Gloria Scott'” was first published in February of 1893 and takes place Sunday, July 12 to Tuesday, August 4 and Tuesday September 22, 1874 (also my -106th birthday!).
Baring-Gould hosts a long discussion about Holmes and his tobacco habits, whether he preferred a pipe, cigars, or cigarettes, and John Hicks proves, pretty convincingly, that Holmes was definitely a pipe smoker. And you all know what his pipe looks like right?
WRONG! According to John Dickson Carr, the curved pipe – a calabash or a meerschaum – although being a Holmesian trademark, did not make its way to England until the time of the Boer War (1889) (BG, 108). So why do we associate it with Holmes? ‘Because Gillette, in playing the role of Holmes, found it difficult to speak his lines with a straight pipe between his lips; because Steele worked from photographs of Gillette as Holmes in drawing his famous illustrations for Collier’s Magazine” (BG, 108). Paget got it right by drawing a straight pipe for Holmes in his illustrations.
Seeing as this tale provides everything we know of Holmes’ university years, much discussion is also made of which university he attended. Obviously, the argument boils down to Oxbridge, but which one? Leslie outlines the Holmesian’s main sticking points:
Things are inconclusive at best and I feel like Leslie is leaving a lot out here – perhaps we’ll revisit the topic when we get to The Return...
The Holmesians point out that Holmes does not have a great sense of direction when it comes to the larger scope of things. He refers to Norfolk as being the North, but it’s actually in the east of England. And he does it again in “The Adventure of the Priory School” leading the Holmesians to conclude that, ‘for Holmes, “the north began some 120 miles from London in a generally northerly direction”‘ (BG, 109). Leslie likens it to ‘the New Yorker who perceives everything outside of the city limits as “out West”‘ (NA, 509). Such a city boy, Holmes!
Baring-Gould is very hard on Watson in this story. Discussing Holmes’ remark about the Trevors’ library (at odds with Watson’s earlier description that Holmes’ knowledge of literature is nil), he tells us that H.W. Bell theorizes ‘that Holmes’ knowledge of literature in 1881 was in fact “nil” [and that] it was Watson’s influence and example that affected the change’ (BG, 109). Baring-Gould, however, thinks this is ‘ascribing too much influence to a man whose preference ran to yellow-backed novels and the sea stories of Clark Russell’ (BG, 109). Why so cruel, Baring-Gould?! Grudgingly, he adds that ‘in fairness to Watson, however, it should be noted that it was he who tagged A Study in Scarlet with an apt quotation from Horace’ (BG, 109).
Those Holmesian matchmakers are at it again, trying to set Holmes up with Victor Trevor’s dead sister this time (some even think he did actually marry he). Esther Longfellow goes so far as to theorize that he was left heartbroken at her death which led to his never marrying (again), though Leslie points out that there is no evidence for such a claim. I’ve noticed this trend with some of the Holmesian’s theories – they just formulate them whether or not they have evidence to support them. That’s not a scholarly theory, Holmesians. Know what that is? IT’S FANFIC. Others credit, not Victor Trevor’s sister specifically, but some unhappy encounter that soured him on women. Elmer Davis suggests that perhaps ‘in youth [Holmes] was strongly attracted to some blameless nitwit, perhaps the daughter of a neighboring country family; and that the discovery, happily not too belated, of her stupidity sickened him not only of her, but of an emotion which such a woman–even such a woman–could inspire’ (BG, 110).
You can’t fail to notice that the baddie here shares a name with our beloved housekeeper. Christopher Morley points out that ‘Holmes never admitted to Watson why he chose Mrs. Hudson’s lodgings’ theorizing that ‘she was the widow of the ruffian Hudson who blackmailed old Mr. Trevor’ (BG, 111). And, although Mrs. Hudson is traditionally a widow, Manly Wade Wellman, my most favorite of the Holmesians, points out that ‘It is the careless habit of many to consider her a widow, but Watson never says so’ (BG, 111). Baring-Gould includes a strange, and contradictory, quote from Zasu Pitts’ “Mrs. Hudson Speaks” which says that ‘I never saw that bad Hudson and I certainly never wanted to. A convict indeed! My Hudson was a respectable tradesman, I’d have you know, in a very small way in Peckham, and he died when I was barely 25 years old’ (BG, 111). To which I say, wait, what?! Is this canon? Or Holmesian fanfic? I’m thinking it must be because surely my Manly Wade Wellman wouldn’t make such a mistake…
There are many, many holes in Trevor senior’s story – too many for me to list here, but they include dates, locations, and motives among other things – but one that stood out to me was something that a Mr. Welch pointed out. Supposedly, Trevor senior never regained consciousness after receiving the ominous note from Beddoes, save for an instant at the end. Therefore, it was impossible for him to have written the postscript regarding the letter in question and to have placed the papers in the Japanese cabinet (BG, 122). Sounds to me like someone is faking his death and was planning on meeting up with his ‘distraught’ son in, I don’t know…the Terai?!
I have miscellaneous thoughts this week! [Let me show you them!]
Wow, I actually had a lot to say this week – and I even left out a Baring-Gouldian discussion of the dates given in this one for the simple reason that I didn’t feel like it. Tune in next week for “The Musgrave Ritual.”
*Most of my notes, I think, come from the New Annotated simply because I find its format easier to work through and it is, therefore, the version that I’m reading first (I’m only reading the notes in the Baring-Gould). Much of the information is doubled up, but there is some that is unique to either volume, so if you see NA, that’s the Baring-Gould edition and BG is the New Annotated. No, I’m totally kidding – it’s the other way (the logical way) round.
La Minogue!
Only she could get away with a giant writhing people mountain, marshmallows, a giant elephant balloon, and a slo-mo white horse.
ETA: Oh, boo, embedding disabled. Well, just follow the link they give you to YouTube and you can see it there!
During my recent intense love affair with Lady GaGa, I have come to a mathematical conclusion:
Lady GaGa = (Tori Amos ÷ (Madonna x David Bowie))Bob Mackie
Behold! (You may not want to watch it if you’re at work – not that there’s anything super-racy, but it’s, you know, Lady GaGa…)
No, I don’t get it and, yes, I know, she can be a little unsettling (There’s something about her Claw that just unnerves me!) but that’s all part of why she’s fabulous!
I haven’t used this tag in a LONG time, have I? Long story vaguely short, I got my hair cut yesterday. I also got it dyed. I said ‘Make me blonde!’ and I left with my hair basically just a slightly different shade to my real one.
So I went back and said ‘Make me Paris Hilton, Lady GaGa blonde!’
And I got what I wanted the first time.
\o/
It’s cute! It’s shorter in the back! I’m still not sure quite how to style it – originally, I was going for wavy – and it lasted for about two hours (until it dried) – but my hair remains stubbornly straight. I’ll figure something out.
At the very least, it’ll still look cute tomorrow!
“The Stockbroker’s Clerk” was published in March of 1893 and takes place Saturday, June 15, 1889.
I think the Holmesians are already looking ahead to “The Final Problem – I can’t say I blame them, I’m anxious to see what they have to say about…all that. So I’m afraid this week’s commentary is pretty sparse.
Up next week is “The ‘Gloria Scott'” – Holmes’ very first case!
*Most of my notes, I think, come from the New Annotated simply because I find its format easier to work through and it is, therefore, the version that I’m reading first (I’m only reading the notes in the Baring-Gould). Much of the information is doubled up, but there is some that is unique to either volume, so if you see NA, that’s the Baring-Gould edition and BG is the New Annotated. No, I’m totally kidding – it’s the other way (the logical way) round.
…but everything still worked out!
This time around, I was foiled in my attempt to find figs. Fresh ones, that is. Dried ones are a dime a dozen – EXCEPT WHEN THOSE ARE NOWHERE TO BE FOUND, TOO, OF COURSE.
So I used dried ones. Because they deigned to be found this time. But I think this needs fresh ones – not that it’s bad, not by any means! But I had to add a glug of wine to get the moisture that the fig spread needed. And they’re a little bit on the bitter side every once in a while. Also, I’m not convinced that I didn’t burn the onions instead of caramelizing them, but…
Anything can be made better by slathering it with brie and shoving it under the broiler which results in…
I’m still in a sandwich mood which led me to this recipe for tuna and white bean salad.
It’s a little difficult to eat since the salad doesn’t have any sort of binder like mayonnaise or mustard or…yogurt? I’m not really up on my salad sandwich fillings, I guess…
But it’s very yummy – basically, I’ll eat anything with capers in it.
So, the other day it was once again rather toasty here. After a brisk 20 minutes on my treadmill (and a shower, of course, I’m not disgusting), I decided to bake a cheesecake.
Yeah, I’m pretty hardcore.
Why does that make me hardcore? Because at one point, I had the oven on to 425 degrees to bake the crust, the stovetop going to make the orange syrup for the filling, and the dishwasher going all at the same time.
But I was rewarded with a gorgeous, gorgeous orange cheesecake with orange, caramel sauce.
It’s very yummy, creamy with just a hint of orange – sweet but not too sweet. Whenever I make a cheesecake, I think that they’re so easy to make I wonder why I don’t make them more often. And then I eat a slice of it and am reminded of why I hardly ever make them – they’re SO rich! I mean, this one has four packages of cream cheese, a tub of sour cream, and five eggs! After one slice, all I can think is ‘Ugh, I don’t think I’ll ever need to eat again.’
But if you have people to share this cheesecake with, you should make it!