In which the author reveals some of his hobbies.
Well, a belated happy new year to my reading audience (all three of you). It’s been an interesting month. Besides work starting up again, I’ve also resumed Tai Chi classes after a long sabbatical, and thus feel terribly inept and uncoordinated. Otherwise I have spent most of my time with the world’s greatest detective.
No, not Sherlock Holmes. Batman.
You see, Rose Red did a great and terrible thing and gave me Arkham Asylum. My free time promptly mysteriously vanished (solve that one, Sherlock…).
So anyway, I have eventually returned Holmesward, and been experiencing an odd sense of familiarity. I’m sure I’ve never read these adventures before (I’d only read Hound of the Baskervilles), and I didn’t know the answers before Sherlock revealed them, yet it all seems like somewhere I’ve been before. Maybe I have read some of them back in the distant and forgotten past? Maybe I’ve seen Jeremy Brett act some of them out? Rose Red suggests that maybe elements of the stories have become mystery cliches, hence the sense of deja-vu.
I don’t really know. I do know that I’m enjoying reading them.
* This was a triumph…