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sherlock60It's canon discussion time, everybody! What did you think about the conclusion of The Hound of the Baskervilles, Chapters 8-15? As always, I've written up a few of my own random thoughts and questions, which are behind the jump. Add your own in the comments!
You can comment about the Granada adaptation of HOUN in this week's Granada discussion post.
- I adore The Hound of the Baskervilles. There's just so much to love here:
- Suspense and horror! HOUN is terrifically exciting. A demon dog stalks the land, a curse from a grotesque history. A known murderer and a man even more suspicious hide out upon the moor. The fog rolls across the Grimpen mire, a hideous death trap for any who stray into its grasp. Moving past the tense atmosphere, we delve into elements of true horror. They work their magic well, as with the screaming death of the pony, or the blood and brain on Holmes' fingers when they find Selden's body. It's all rather disturbing, and I love it.
- The borders of the supernatural! We bump up against the edges of reality here, peeking in on the answer of what would Holmes and Watson do if they were confronted by the paranormal. Interestingly, Watson seems the most opposed to the idea. In the end, the hound on the moor isn't spectral or flaming, but it is unnaturally and mysteriously huge. If there's one of these gargantuan dogs, doesn't it stand to chance there are more like it somewhere? Is someone breeding Baskerville Hounds?
- Lestrade! When asked if he is armed, he replies, "As long as I have my trousers I have a hip-pocket, and as long as I have my hip-pocket I have something in it." If he's not half-naked, he's packing.
- Holmes! The usually cold detective openly worries about the people around him here, and goes to great and dangerous lengths to protect them. He's so expressive about his feelings here that when he realizes the dead body at the bottom of the cliff isn't Sir Henry, Sherlock Holmes dances.
- And of course: Watson! The good doctor shines here. He is really the heart of the story, working the lead on the investigation. We see everything through his eyes, as we normally do, but there's much more for him to see here personally, and that first-person experience of the case makes a world of difference in the excitement and engagement for readers. We get to see him work without Sherlock Holmes and do well on his own two feet, tracking down clues and protecting his charge with bravery and his reliable, rational common sense. Watson makes the story what it is.
Comment away, and join us next week for The Copper Beeches!
You can comment about the Granada adaptation of HOUN in this week's Granada discussion post.
- I adore The Hound of the Baskervilles. There's just so much to love here:
- Suspense and horror! HOUN is terrifically exciting. A demon dog stalks the land, a curse from a grotesque history. A known murderer and a man even more suspicious hide out upon the moor. The fog rolls across the Grimpen mire, a hideous death trap for any who stray into its grasp. Moving past the tense atmosphere, we delve into elements of true horror. They work their magic well, as with the screaming death of the pony, or the blood and brain on Holmes' fingers when they find Selden's body. It's all rather disturbing, and I love it.
- The borders of the supernatural! We bump up against the edges of reality here, peeking in on the answer of what would Holmes and Watson do if they were confronted by the paranormal. Interestingly, Watson seems the most opposed to the idea. In the end, the hound on the moor isn't spectral or flaming, but it is unnaturally and mysteriously huge. If there's one of these gargantuan dogs, doesn't it stand to chance there are more like it somewhere? Is someone breeding Baskerville Hounds?
- Lestrade! When asked if he is armed, he replies, "As long as I have my trousers I have a hip-pocket, and as long as I have my hip-pocket I have something in it." If he's not half-naked, he's packing.
- Holmes! The usually cold detective openly worries about the people around him here, and goes to great and dangerous lengths to protect them. He's so expressive about his feelings here that when he realizes the dead body at the bottom of the cliff isn't Sir Henry, Sherlock Holmes dances.
- And of course: Watson! The good doctor shines here. He is really the heart of the story, working the lead on the investigation. We see everything through his eyes, as we normally do, but there's much more for him to see here personally, and that first-person experience of the case makes a world of difference in the excitement and engagement for readers. We get to see him work without Sherlock Holmes and do well on his own two feet, tracking down clues and protecting his charge with bravery and his reliable, rational common sense. Watson makes the story what it is.
Comment away, and join us next week for The Copper Beeches!
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Date: 2013-01-21 03:40 am (UTC)If he's not half-naked, he's packing.
Good lord, woman. The slashiness of that statement is beyond epic, you realize. ;-)
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Date: 2013-01-21 06:59 am (UTC)