221B Con 2025: Sunday -- The Rest of the Story

 When we last left our hero, he had two sessions left in Sunday's 221B Con Experience -- "An Hour with Ashley & Curtis" and "Our Last Bow," two big favorites to wind up the con.

You never know what Ashley Polasek and Curtis Armstrong are going to come up with, given their wealth of Sherlockian and theatrical knowledges, but you do know it will entertain. Last time it was defending the stories of Casebook. This time it was a look at the less-featured females of the Canon and what things looked like from their point of view. Hatty Doran, Mary Sutherland, Mrs. Neville St. Clair, Effie Munro, Isadora Klein, and Agatha the maid were all considered, but the hour just couldn't be left with just that. Apparently when Curtis first told his family he was going to the BSI dinner, the idea popped up that there was some kind of Sherlock Holmes dance that Sherlockians did at these things. So, Curtis, being an imaginative fellow, had to come up with that dance -- and then, not for the first time, teach it to the 221B Con attendees.

Somewhere there exists a full video of this event, and I have about a dozen still pictures of the many parts and pieces of the dance, but I will just tease you with the one above. Does it have a name? I don't know. But I really feel like it should replace "We Always Mention Aunt Clara" as a new Sherlockian standard.

Oh, I should explain something if anyone else saw what Rudy Altergott managed to take a photo of during Curtis and Ashley's presentation . . .

Curtis and Ashley did NOT put on a presentation so boring that it was putting two older gentlemen to sleep. Sunday afternoon at 221B Con comes after a long weekend of pushing one's limits, and the five hours of sleep I had gotten the night before did not do the job. As soon as the session was over, I made it to my room, set an alarm, and passed out for twenty minutes.

I didn't take any pictures of "Our Last Bow," that final hour where the con that just happened is reviewed by attendees with 221B Con management, an amazing tradition that has helped make this con the truly special space it is. This being the last time Crystal, Heather, Taylor and the gang would be doing this session as they turn the keys over to Johanna and Northern Heather (who joined them up front), it was bound to be a bit emotional. I found a nice little space on the floor, back against a wall, behind most of the folks I usually sat with, kind of hidden away so any sniffles and tears could be dealt with semi-privately. It was, as always, both a chance to express both opportunities for improvement (and since the con will be held again next year, that was now possible) and to express just the love and appreciation both old and new attendees have for this very special gathering of Sherlockians. Nothing like it ever came before it, and nothing like it is apt to come after it, should it ever co away. I keep finding myself wanting to sing "Camelot" when I think about it of late, because I'm old enough to have Sir Richard Burton in my head singing some portion of that misty remembrance tune.

221B Con changed a lot of lives, mine included, and I might be blogging a bit more on that later, which would not be the first time. But even thought the con was over, Sunday at the hotel for those who remain was not. There's an informal pool party called "Nerd Soup" that's a tradition among the water nymphs among the Sunday nighters, which I have heard of but never seen. My own habit has been to head out and find some local dinner, more often barbecue than not, but since we'd found a great BBQ place the night before, a few of us went to "Curious Cantina" for tacos, tres leches cake, and flan.

After that, it being Sunday night for me no matter where I am, I needed to push an episode of The Watsonian Weekly to the web, and wound up gathering up anyone who crossed our path on the way to recording in a back room of the B+ area we had to ourselves for after-parties.

We used the Blue Snowball microphone that Johanna Draper-Carlson had given to me that afternoon, which did a fair enough job if I'd have taken the time to adjust the volume levels of the different voices at the table (apologies to any listener who had to adjust the volume as they played it this time around). But given my state of near exhaustion and desire to get the pod out, the audio for this episode was about as raw as it could be.

After that, I took one load of stuff out to the car, then returned to the bar where a bunch of friends were gathered for one last drink. Good-byes were eventually said, and went upstairs to collapse and charge up for my planned 6 AM escape from the Atlanta rush hour.

And now, I think I'm due to be sleeping yet again, without even having unpacked everything yet. So, as I should have remembered last night, I will say, "And goodnight, Watson."

Two other podcasters of note, who never lived, and so shall never die.

221B Con 2025: Sunday Morning, Worn But Still Going!

 At 7:30 AM on this Sunday morning, Steve Mason gathered his 221st Southumberland Waffleers for another expedition into the wilds of Georgia Waffle Houses. 

"I was up until about 1;20 AM," one said.

"I made it to 2:30 AM," another said.

And then Northern Erica arrived. 

"How late were you up?" I asked.

"4:30," she replied. This, my friends, is 221B Con.

After waffles, the con proper started at 10 AM, and the Sherlock & Co. fan panel is my first stop. Jones, Ace, Coat, and Madeline take the stage. In the past year, Jones went from one of the most visible Sherlock & Co. fans at con, and since then has become a part of the podcast's team. Coat is cosplaying John, even though he's a podcast character and none of us really know what he looks like. But she's ballparked the general image, just as Jones's art has come to be a part of my mental image of the characters.

As they point out, Sherlock & Co. has the most involved fandom, which is partly because John H. Watson is not only producing his own podcast in the world of the podcast, he interacts with fans in our world on Discord and Patreon. It's a new level of what old-time Sherlockians called "playing the game," and really bringing that fact/fiction meld into the current moment. Once the discussion gets rolling, folks in the audience start sharing their appreciation for the characters and what makes this Holmes and Watson special among the legions of versions of the characters.

Since Sherlock & Co. is adapting the whole Sherlockian Canon, we get to see fresh versions of so many Canonical characters beyond the typical Irene/Mycroft/Moriarty thing, and consciously doesn't rush to get to those key, but over-used players. 

The minute that panel is over, we head over to "Brother Mine, How You've Changed" -- perhaps the third panel on Mycroft Holmes at this year's con, with Johanna Draper-Carlson running it, and I had to tease her a little about it. The room fills up fast, and latecomers are still wandering in, including Max Magee and the purple demon who has been silently attentive at panel after panel. (I'm not being metaphoric. She's totally purple and has horns and wings. Excellent costume commitment.)

The Sunday panel schedule is jam-packed from 10 to 4, and I have a feeling I'm going to have to miss some things to do things like eat and get to the dealer's room one last time. Johanna is rolling through all of the ways Mycroft has been portrayed on TV and film. Christopher Lee comes off a a more definitive portrayal from The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes. I have to slip out of this panel early to hit the dealer's room for something I missed before the "Watson, Is That You?" round table.

Sometimes, when a panel doesn't get enough people to sit up front, it turns into a round table, where everyone gets to speak on the subject (which often happens anyway), but this time the chairs are placed in the round and the question "What makes a Watson?" really gets a good working-over, actually making it better than some of the more planned out presentation-based panels thanks to Rabidsamfam's attentive moderation.

Next, it's off to "Sherlolly: The Little Ship that Could" which is going to be very Molly Hooper focused on this time, which is great because Molly Hooper is the Sergeant Wilkins of BBC Sherlock, except that Wilkins came along before shipping, otherwise I'm sure there would be "Sherkins." (And if you don't know Sergeant Wilkins, Inspector Lestrade's right-hand man and caretaker whom Holmes seems to like better than Lestrade, get thee to some Ronald Howard Sherlock.) Okay, I'm rambling, back to Molly time.

Molly Hooper, who got 48 minutes of airtime throughout the series, has gotten a lot more than 48 minutes of discussion over the years, with her relationship with Sherlock thoroughly analyzed, and it's getting a lot more here. Molly is key to so much that happens off-screen. While this is going on, I'm actually playing with a Blue Snowball microphone that Johanna gave me when I walked into this panel. So, let me paint a picture -- at this point, I'm wearing a 221B Con t-shirt from a previous year with eight con badges (seven previous, one current) with about fifty or so badge ribbons between the lot of them, carrying around the Blue Snowball microphone and cute little stuffed dolls of John and Sherlock from Sherlock & Co. This is my life now. Meanwhile, Mycroft's interaction with Molly comes up.

Is this enough reportage for the moment? I think so, as I'm going to take things to the room and get food next, in the hour gap until the Curtis and Ashley show.

221B Con 2025: Saturday Night's All Right For Cloaking

 Ah, 221B Con.

My first blog post from the first 221B Con was typed at midnight in the bathroom of my hotel room so as not to disturb the nearby sleeper. But I had to write it, despite the hour, because . . . well, 221B Con.

Now I find myself at what was thought to be the last of the con's run, joyously turned into a celebration that this annual event will occur next year, at one A.M. typing again. Because I love this con. Always have. Its bright, shiny, sparkly inclusiveness, its inability to let you be bored for long, if you ever get there, and its creative energy. Even though I am way older than most of the participants, and, admittedly, are not the perfect fit for everything that goes on here, it just feels like a community where I belong, one weekend a year.

Because sometimes things just get fun.

This Saturday night was the annual "prom," a dance party with prom photos, where people dress up (or not) in all sorts of ways. One Sherlockian wild man wore a Christmas-themed tropical shirt that just never found a good moment back home, and that was perhaps the tamest outfit there. You'll probably see pictures on social media, if you follow anyone who was here. I was in a last minute rush, so I raided my costume supplies: A ruffle from a Ben Franklin costume, an old Hot Topic goth shirt, pirate boot leggings from another costume, a vest I got from the con costume vendor last year, and a lined dark green cloak from a winter solstice event.

Wandering down to the bar, I found I was not the only gentleman in a cloak. Rudy Altergott was less pirate and fine urban gentleman, but when we went hoods up, it looked like some dark ritual was about to occur. Wonderful dresses and costumery of all sorts began to show up, and eventually, the DJ started playing something danceable, and a handful of us took to the dance floor. And I realized something.

Wearing a cloak to go dancing is the best thing ever.

Minimal motion is necessary to make a cape or cloak catch air and do its thing. And that means less physical exercise. And less physical exercise means . . . MORE DANCING!!

It seems like I was thinking just a few weeks ago that Sherlockiana needed more dancing. And like some magic genie was listening and owed me a wish, I got it. And there's nothing like a big dance party where you don't have to have a particular partner and everybody just goes for it. And we did.

There was no karaoke, but some songs got singing as well as dancing, and the whole dance floor singing at 221B Con sounds pretty darn good. And there were a lot of great surprises from the DJ. One song called "Marianna" was a fine tribute to Sherlock & Co.'s Mrs. Hudson. Fleetwood Mac's "The Chain" was something folks got into heavily. And "Down the Witch's Road" from MCU's Agatha All Along? Heck, I sing that at home and I was now wearing a cloak. The stars were aligning.

The party was still going as some of us started one by one drifting off to get some rest. But next year's con management was still up and going, as well as the younger members of our usual suspects. And now, after showering and blogging for twenty-five minutes, I think I might finally be able to sleep myself.

I love this con. Have I ever told you that?

221B Con 2025: Food Truck, Afternoon Sessions, BBQ, and Three Patch

 Well, "A Timeline of the Holmes/Watson Partnership No Matter What Time" went pretty well. Chris Ziordan and I had a room full of attentive Sherlockians and we rolled around in Sherlockian chronology, basics, big questions, pet theories, oddities, and so much more, with the folks in the seats contributing so much and even inspiring new ideas as the best exchanges do.

After that was time for a quick run at the dealer's room, taking things back to my room, lunch at the food truck with some excellent brisket and large-cut potato salad, and then . . . just bouncing around. This year's charity "ship wars." in which you vote with cash in the bucket of your favorite choice, was not featuring relationship "ships" but actual ships (except for Sherlolly), whether it was the Lusitania, the Enterprise D, the barque Lone Star, or the Terror. Since the Terror had such a good panel earlier today, that bucket got some cash from me, along with some discussion of the ships, both there and missing from the line-up with the con volunteers at the table.

Very soon we got a panel with a great internet hook-up with the writer (Joel Emery) and the director (Adam Jarrell) of the podcast Sherlock & Co., which was much anticipated. Questions were asked, secrets were shared, and we learned of Sherlock, John, and Marianna coming to America on the show. We also hear that A.J. Raffles will be coming to the Sherlock & Co. universe. (But it's a secret so don't tell anyone.)

Unfortunately, since I volunteered to time-clock panels, I had to leave at the halfway point to go to a Lucy Worsley panel. Longtime con regular Joan Selacal is going solo on the panel and her daughter is handing out copies of an article on CBS Watson before it starts, so I'm wondering if it might wander that direction. But Joan gets to Lucy Worsley's PBS show Killing Sherlock and dives into the minutiae. My volunteer duties include closing the door at the ten minute mark, but I can't figure out how to unlatch the door from its fixed open position. When I get back from that attempt, Joan has move on to CBS Watson and is mentioning other current police consultant shows like Elsbeth and High Potential.

Okay, let's be honest. I slipped off back to the Sherlock & Co. session for twenty minutes, then snuck back in and gave the five minute warning as duty required. The food truck closes at five, but Johanna Draper-Carlson, Heather Hinson, and Chris Ziordan are doing a panel called "Everything We Know About Mycroft Holmes Is a Lie," and we know fights are gonna happen, so I don't want to miss it. But I'm hungry. And food truck. And the panel is stirring up trouble already. But I'm hungry.

[Much later]

My trip to the food truck turned into fried okra in the bar with Steve Mason and Crystal Noll. 221B Con is well know for hijacking your time in unexpected directions. Fried okra into the bar turned into an excursion to a mythical Mexican restaurant that turned into a visit to The Ohio Hog Company in Tyrone, next to the Publix we always get supplies at. (Quick review, great BBQ, meaty tender ribs, definitely recommended!) 

Anyway, upon returning from food, I headed into yet another Mycroftian panel: "Mystrade: The Grown-ups in the Room." This was one of the fullest panel with six enthusiastic Mystraders up front. After much discussion of Mycroft and Lestrade, their roles in the lives of Sherlock and John, all the fanfic out there, etc. the session ends with a quiz on BBC Sherlock and fic related topics. I scored 7 out of twenty, which was enough to win a rainbow Peeps on a stick, which "Southern Erica" helped my open and eat immediately. (We have two Ericas, and our best differentiation was "Northern Erica" and "Southern Erica" even though the latter is not from the actual South. Just far south of Northern Erica.)

A half hour later, I'm at one of my must-go panels, the Three Patch Podcast, talking about their upcoming book project covering their years podcasting and generally being the most creative and energetic bunch of Sherlockians you will see anywhere. (I know that's a bold statement, but if you haven't been at 221B Con, gone to their suite, listened to most of their podcasts, seen it all, you just don't know. Seriously.) They have the largest room for their panel with nine of their legion up there, including artist Fox Estacado, who usually is busy manning her dealers table at con. (I'm wearing one of Fox's shirt right now.)

Three Patch Podcast's panel

I mean, right now they're talking about harpooning a pig in a hotel suite with an actual harpoon and a pig pinata full of . . . well, adult items. Oh! And there's video. Damn, they know how to do it. But they always have. I remember the Adventuresses of Sherlock Holmes talking about their heyday, and if you take that energy, move it forward thirty or forty years, and multiply up the numbers and turn the levels up to eleven, you get Three Patch. Their energies have brought so much to 221B Con, and their upcoming book is going to be a wonderful documenting of an era that future Sherlockians will wish they had been here for.

The 221B Con Prom is coming up next, and I brought a bag of costume that I'll be putting on, so I'm going to go ahead and post this. More to come.

221B Con 2025: Waffles and the First Two Panels

After another expedition of the 221st Southumberland Waffleers to the Waffle House just off the  Fairburn/Peachtree City exit of interstate 85, with two Ericas, a Max, and a Rob joining the standard Steve and Rich, Saturday of 221B Con 2025 started at 10 AM. I almost got distracted by Brian Belanger and the Belanger Books table, which has been doing brisk business. (Currently worried he’s going to sell out of a few things before I get back.) But my 10 AM goal was my first assignment as a 221B Con volunteer.

There are many duties of 221B Con volunteers, but as a newbie, I got the role of the person who sits in the back of a panel and closes the door after ten minutes, then signals when the speakers have five minutes left.

One thing I love about this con is the surprises, the panels I wouldn’t think I’d be into but then get surprised. The panel I’ve been assigned to sit in the back of the room on is “The Terror: Your New Favorite Show.”  For those unfamiliar with 221B Con at this point, yes, there are several panels that aren’t about Sherlock Holmes. But still very worth attending. 

This one begins with some Powerpoint and the first slide reads: “The Franklin Expedition, or how imperial hubris killed 129 people (and one monkey)” -- we get a verbal addition of “and also a dog and some ship’s cats.” This isn’t just TV show talk, this is about all the historical background upon which the show is based, the archeological finds that have come after the lost ships were finally found. The doomed Victorians that filled those ships and the TV show based upon them may not be Sherlockian Canon, but close enough and very cool.

I’ll be honest, I watched the first episode and thought it was a Dracula show, then figured out that it wasn’t and gave up. This panel is convincing me what a dummy I can be. Also, I’m currently reading The Ministry of Time: A Novel by Kaliane Bradley, a novel where a ship commander from the Franklin expedition was brought forward to the modern day with a time machine.

This is really a fun presentation as we get a walk through the characters/historical personages in a clever, clever way.

The next panel is “How to Succeed as a Sherlockian Publisher” featuring Brian Belanger, introduced and hosted by Johanna Carlson-Draper. Since this is the tenth anniversary of Belanger Books and they have nicely jumped in as a sponsor of the con, it's a natural. Brian was pulled into the publishing and Sherlockian world by his brother Derrick, who isn't here, so we're getting a fun perspective on the whole endeavor. This session is more of an interview than a presentation, which is usually a more organic info-dump, and with Brian, this is perfect. Belanger Books has been selling a lot of books here and it sound like they'll definitely be back next year.

"Are there any books you wish you hadn't published?" is a great question, and Brian gentlemanly avoids naming names and still gives a good answer, even though Steve Mason tries to derail his answer from the peanut gallery and bring up Waffle House. (The peanut gallery is Rudy Altergott, Steve Mason, and Rich Krisciunas, sitting directly behind me.) The follow-up, "book you wish you had published" takes us to Mark Frost's works, and I remember how much I liked those. Cover art, the variety of books they've published, pastiche versus fanfic, sticking with your writing . . . some good perspectives.

I get a half hour break before "A Timeline of the Holmes/Watson Partnership No Matter When" after this, so I need to start thinking ahead.

221B Con 2025: Beginning With Cheers

You know things are a little diferent at this year’s 221B Con when the very first panel is named “The Future of 221B Con.” After the announcement at the end of last year’s con that this would likely be the last 221B Con, there's a lot of curiosity about the future of things here. After a little discussion of some room changes, an announcement gets made immediately: 221B Con will be back next year. 

The largest room at the con, full to capacity, breaks into the kind of response usually reserved for pop stars. Like so much about 221B Con, it's something I've seen nowhere else in decades of Sherlockiana.

There’s going to be some restructuring and Johanna Draper-Carlson and Heather Hinson are taking over from Crystal Noll, original Heather Holloway, and Taylor Blumberg. The con is going to continue on a year-by year basis, but a lot of continuity will happen along the way. After about ten minutes of announcement, more exuberant cheering, and one standing ovation, the rest of the first hour becomes a question and and answer session about the con itself. One thing about this event that has always been one of its greatest characteristics is the level of transparency and the open communication. 

After the panel about the future of the con ends early, everyone descends upon the dealer’s room in numbers never before seen. The special commemorative con pin that we got to see in the panel is a big draw, but all of the dealer’s benefited from everyone suddenly having free time. Since the room will be there all weekend, a handful of us head into the restaurant/bar to get drinks and appetizers and await the arrival of Rob Nunn before the Dynamics of a Podcast panel. The wait staff was extremely busy, and by the time Rob got there the appetizers were only beginning to arrive. Talk of the con news and some discussion of a future “Homes in the Heartland” conference help fill the wait for more food and drink, and as normal, our need for food causes us to miss panels on Sherlockian societies, artistic interpretations of Holmes, a screening of The Adventures of Jame Watson with FAQ, and a panel on the Sherlock Holmes anthology When the Rose Speaks Its Name, which I kinda wanted to get to.

The food truck that we get on Saturday and Sunday is much less costly in terms of time away from con programming.

But I finally got to the Dynamics of.a Podcast, that Moriarty-centric podcast, and Madeline Quinones, Dixie Parkinson (via Zoom from South Africa), and special guest Ashley Polasek discussing the villains of the Canon. (And even here the public villains of current events creep into the conversation.) Some great points are made, including how villains are given dark pasts as origins to make us feel safer that we couldn’t be like that. The Master from Doctor Who sneaks his way into the conversation, of course, as listeners to Dynamics of a Podcast might expect.

The fun thing about these panels is, while you have the featured trio up front, we have a room full of very knowledgable and clever Sherlockians contributing to the discussion on the topic. As much as we worry about a lack of younger Sherlockians sometimes, I look around this room and am seeing a minority of gray-haired folk. And two dozen people that I know, nine of them official Baker Street Irregulars... this is some solid Sherlockian thought, more enjoyable that a good many lectures we hear at more formal venues.

Much villainous ground is covered, at a pace it is hard to even take notes on, but it’s very inspiring and will definitely spawn some future writings from folks, I am sure.

After the panel, about ten of us huddle up in the bar whilst some of our younger friends head off for the karaoke session, and conversation goes into the night with a few last cocktails. More to come.

221B Con 2025: The Day Before

While technically, 221B Con starts late Friday afternoon, if you wander in from the parking lot around three PM on Thursday, chances are that there might be somebody saying hello to you. And chances are they're sitting around a table full of Sherlockians at the bar. Having had a rough night before sleeping on a massage table, a lot of standstill traffic between Nashville and Chattanooga, and not making any of my normal stops for breaks, I had to repair to my room and refresh myself before doing any socializing. But once that was done, I plopped myself down in the bar with Steve and Rusty Mason and Kristin Mertz, got to meet Brian Belanger for the first time, had my chair shaken by Curtis Armstrong, and names, names, names, names.

Eventually I persuaded Steve to stop at Best Buy on the way to dinner at Mellow Mushroom, dragging Brian, Kristin, and Rich Kriscunas well into Peachtree City so I could replace a power cord I had forgotten. Here's a picture of my pizza . . .

I am not going to get into all of the lively conversation that was had, there or later in the hotel lobby bar, but here's the one thing that was noticeably different this year. Sherlockian weekends have always been a bit of a bubble, where we focus on this hobby of ours, talk about events, creative works, our friends, etc., and not much about the world outside. Politics rarely come up. But this year? All of the chaos going on with the American government is actually affecting enough that it kept creeping into coversation. Every now and then I'd get the urge to go, "And now let's talk about something happy," and we would. But current events have definitely permeated our bubble.

Another convention was still in the hotel and the bar/restaurant had no room for us just to hang mid-evening, so I had to snag a long table by the lobby door that's in no-man's land for us to gather. The Atlanta Airport Marriott already started offering up their Sherlockian specialty drinks (The Red Claw, The Secret Weapon, and The Dressed to Kill) and Phil Bergem demonstrated that Minnesota conviviality by picking up a round for us. I gave out a few random books from my defunct dealer's table from years previous. People came and went, and at some point I decided to just start blogging at the table instead of retiring to my room to do it, and here's a picture from that. 

                                  

Plans have been made for the 221st Southumberland Waffleers to venture to a local Waffle House at 7:30 or 9:30 (early and late shifts) in the morning, as our fearless leader had already been Waffle Housing and one of the results can be seen on my head below. And with that, I have to collapse for the evening.

The Road to 221B Con: One Last TIme?

 Good morning, blogosphere.

Twelve years ago, in 2013, I took a chance that very few traditional Sherlockians took. I drove to Atlanta to see what the hell was going to happen at this thing called "221B Con." We didn't do cons in the Sherlockian world. We did conferences. The buzz on this 221B Con seemed very different, and as someone with a blog to write, I knew I was going to get a story, whether it turned out great or crashed and burned.

It did not crash and burn.

In fact, it turned out to be something I needed. The previous year, this "Sherlock Peoria" blog had ninety-two blog posts. Thanks to 221B Con, 2013 had two-hundred and fifty-five blog posts. A hobby that had grown somewhat stale for me, thanks to the same-old, same-old of the diehard traditionalists suddenly became a place where anything could happen. There was so much new headspace around Sherlock Holmes to explore as BBC Sherlock upended so much of what people thought had to be in a story to tell a Sherlock Holmes story. Being a Sherlockian got very interesting again, after a decade or more of attrition.

The old guard of Sherlockiana denied 221B Con as a true expression of Sherlockian fervor and denied it, ignored it, and generally went "not us" for a very long time. It was a hard thing for some to wrap their minds around. I remember more than one old-school Sherlockian attending and happily saying "We should show them how to have a proper Sherlockian banquet!" But 221B Con didn't need no banquet, no toasts, no reading of "221B"  . . . none of the traditions worn threadbare in my mind. 221B Con was raw Sherlockian energy, and a force that would one day feed the old channels, whether the olds knew it or not.

But time takes us all, and as the 2010s moved on, BBC Sherlock ended, Twitter (a core communication route of the con) got destroyed by a selfish prick, well, attendance fell off to the point where it seemed to those who ran 221B Con like it was time to call it. They'd worked hard for well over a decade on this thing, and it was time to take a rest.

And so 2025 was designated as, very-probably, the last 221B Con.

But efforts began to build it back up, sponsors were acquired, and once more, as in 2013, I find myself headed to an event that I don't quite know what to expect from. It's been quite a week for me, and have done so much travelling for family matters that I really want to stay home. And my blogging has been a bit off lately as well, with 2024 getting fewer posts than back in 2012. (I blame podcasting. Don't do podcasting.)

But the road to 221B Con beckons, and my keyboard as well. 

Pastiche versus Legend

 Got into a little debate this morning about what constitutes a Sherlock Holmes "pastiche," and since I've got time to kill, I thought I'd muse about it a bit further. Part of the fun of Sherlockiana for me has always been puzzling over aspects of this hobby of ours, and pastiches have always been a topic for discussion.

Remember back in the 1980s, when all sorts of commercial authors were finding Watson manuscripts in old houses and bank vaults all over the place? If you're lucky, you're not that old and don't remember that time, which means you're a lot less achey than some of us who do. But Watson was "writing" a whole lot of stories about Sherlock Holmes then -- though curiously, not as much as now, even though they don't sell as well.

Case in point, I was in a wonderful old bookstore yesterday and saw a nice little gathering of Sherlock Holmes books I had never heard of nor see before. Once upon a time, this would have been a cause for great excitement, but yesterday I walked away without a single one in hand. Pastiches are now like a raving Sherlock's oysters, so prolific they threaten to overrun the world. Fledgling writers have always taken first steps by emulating favorite authors, and, man, do we seem to have a lot of fledgling writers these days, pretending to be John H. Watson.

But here's the thing, we have a whole lot of writers today that aren't attempting to mimic John H. Watson (or Arthur Conan Doyle, if that is the church of your choice), but still writing about Sherlock Holmes, and that's where I start having questions. If someone loves the BBC Sherlock characters and writes a third-person Omegaverse novel about John, Sherlock, Mycroft, and friends . . . well, we have definitely strayed far from anything recognizable as a pastiche of Watson/Doyle's works. And what of Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century? (Got that earworm in your head now? You're welcome.)

At this point, I think we're talking legend. At this point, I think we're talking about telling the story of Holmes around the campfire to those who haven't heard of that mythical figure who could take the crazy and put it in order. Conan Doyle may have originated the myth, but as the tellers of tales diversify and no longer use Watson narration or the written word to pass the legend along, the word "pastiche" in its dictionary definition, is too small to hold what is going on. 

And, okay, I'll say it . . . after forty-five years or so in this hobby, true pastiches are a bore to me, which is why I didn't pick up any books from that shelf I wrote about a few paragraphs ago. I love a fresh adaptation -- the Sherlock & Co. podcast, the CBS Watson TV series (Morris Chestnut > Jonny Lee Miller), and anything else that plays with the mythos in ways that make it fresh to my old eyes. I'm into the legend more than the pastiche at this point, but I know pastiches are still wonderful things for those who didn't consume their fill years ago, or those who like to hew as close to the originals as possible. They just aren't everything.

And Sherlock Holmes? Definitely legend.

Sherlockiana, born of tough times

 I love timelines a bit too much. So let's toss one together real quick.

1928 . . . Essays in Satire by Ronald Knox published, containing "Some Studies in the Literature of Sherlock Holmes"

October 1929 . . . A stock market crash spurs a decade-long economic depression. The United States and the United Kingdom are among the hardest hit. (Germany, too, which might cause issues later.) Alcoholic beverages still illegal in United States due to Prohibition.

Also 1929 . . .  A Note on the Watson Problem by S.C. Roberts published.

1930 . . . Doubleday first publishes The Complete Sherlock Holmes.

1931 . . .  Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson by H. W. Bell published.

Also 1931 . . . Sherlock Holmes: Fact or Fiction by T. S. Blakeney published. (Between Bell and Blakeney this was the point when Sherlockian chronology really takes off.)

January 1933 . . . Adolph Hitler becomes chancellor of Germany.

March 1933 . . . Prohibition era ends in America.

Also 1933 . . . The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes by Vincent Starrett published.

June 1934 . . . The first meeting of the Baker Street Irregulars at Christ Cella's restaurant. (Yes, June. And with no air conditioning.)

Also 1934, the first wave of drought that would cause the Dust Bowl and agricultural depression in the United States and Canada.

Also 1934 . . . The original Sherlock Holmes Society forms in London.

May 1937 . . . The Hindenberg explodes and we're done with Zeppelin travel.

March 1939 . . . The Hound of the Baskervilles with Basil Rathbone released.

September 1939 . . . World War Two starts.

1940 . . . 221B: Studies in Sherlock Holmes, edited by Vincent Starrett, published.

1942 . . . Vincent Starrett writes the poem "221B"

Going to stop there, as with the end of World War Two, Sherlockiana really takes off. The Baker Street Journal begins publishing in 1946, the same year as the last Basil Rathbone movie about Sherlock Holmes. (Something to ponder: Would we have original series of The Baker Street Journal without the Basil Rathbone wave of Sherlock popularity?)

Sherlockians have lived and Sherlocked through some real shit. It seemed like a point that becomes more relevant lately, so this morning seemed like a good time to do a little stroll through history.

On with the hobby . . .

Here's to the local Sherlockian!

This spring, a lot of us are pondering our local Sherlock Holmes societies, inspired, I suspect by the coming BSI Midwest Canonical Conclave. We've gotten a few more details on the program at this point, which celebrate the local societies in many ways, but when it comes down to the attendance, I don't know if we'll be seeing many local scion members outside of those based in the city where it's being held. I could, of course, be wrong.

Local scion members, those Sherlockians whose love to discuss the stories and shows with others, but don't really want to leave town for a conference, are a breed of Sherlockian that I have learned to really appreciate as the decades passed. In my first decade or two, all of the really cool stuff seemed to be at the regional or national level, where the full-tilt, obsessive, all-in Sherlockians gather. But at some point I came to realize that I wasn't hearing as many new perspectives on Holmes from those who were travelling the same diehard paths. The BBC Sherlock wave brought some new blood and new perspectives, but often the focus there was on the adaptations -- though so many dove straight into the source material to gather all the info on Holmes and his posse as possible. (We harvested some GREAT Sherlockians in the 2010s. Oops, "harvested" sounds a little serial-killery, doesn't it. "Gained," okay? But so boring a word . . .)

The more casual fans, the sort that are satisfied with local discussions, not necessarily subscribing to The Baker Street Journal or jumping on Barque Lone Star Zooms, can have some fresh, unique angles on our  aged Canon and will observe points grown too familiar to some of us to see clearly. 

Lately, as Zoom has become a standby, a lot of local Sherlock Holmes societies are getting more and more visitors from other societies. But that comes with a cost -- local voices can be less apt to speak up if some know-it-all from far away is Zooming in. We saw it happen with our Peoria group and left Zoom as soon as it was safe. Some groups seem to balance things pretty well. The Parallel Case of St. Louis alternates live meetings with Zoom, and I think that encourages local voices.

It's good for our local groups to have ties to the larger Sherlockian world, providing pathways for those who do want to explore other groups, larger events, and the vast array of connections we have in this hobby. But it's also important to let them be who they are. They don't just feed our hobby new Sherlockians for the upper echelons, they also provide us unique inspirations and ideas from folks who don't know what they don't know. And remaining local Sherlockians seems to suit a lot of folks just fine.

The month's Midwest BSI Canonical Conclave of Scion Societies will be an interesting experiment in Sherlockian society interactions. The now-expected influx of curious Sherlockians from outside the midwest may give it a somewhat different flavor than the title implies, and we may not be electing the Sherlockian pope of the midwest, but hopefully it will result in good things for all our local Sherlockian friends who are just happy being where they are.

Because at the end of the day, local is where we tend to spend most of our time.

Johnlock vs. BSI

 There was an interesting article on Wired this morning (Editor's Note: Many mornings ago, as I try to finally finish this blog post), about the new Captain America movie and the current state of the once-mighty "Stucky" ship. Those last few words are going to be Greek to many a Sherlockian, being both from a different fandom and a medium traditional Sherlockians haven't been into as often. And shipping. For those who need the explanation, "Stucky" is the "Johnlock" of the Marvel Cinematic Universe pairing Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. Which brings me back to Johnlock, which was what that Wired article would term "a juggernaut ship."

Ten years ago, Johnlockers were an incredible movement of fans around Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. Younger, female fans. The traditional Sherlock Holmes fandom, to whom the letters "BSI" are so important in America, didn't have much interest in that surge, even while constantly concerned about how its fandom was aging, and supporting causes to get school kids into Sherlock Holmes. Even after admitting that women could be in their more rarified circles in 1991, the bones of the old, male fandom still propped up the BSI structure, and the leadership was definitely more interested in looking back than curiously looking forward.

There has always been a very conservative streak in Baker Street Irregular-ity, and an unwillingness to color outside the lines in its devotion to the Original Canon. CBS's new Watson show has met with harsher criticism than it deserves by many on that front, which is completely what one would expect. It's just what an elder fandom does, be it Doctor Who, Star Wars, or Dark Shadows. (Hey, maybe the Dark Shadows fans are down to a scant few, but they had their day.) Nothing is ever as good as when you were first into it. But Sherlockiana takes that a step further. We diehards anchor ourselves on stories that were being read two centuries before. Of course we trend conservative.

There are two events this year that are really bringing out the changes in Sherlock Holmes fandom, and they both occur in April. One is possibly the last 221B Con in Atlanta, a gathering originally fueled by BBC Sherlock fandom, and the other is the brand new "Midwest BSI Canonical Conclave of Scion Societies." The former is winding down because it can't exist in its previous form with attendee numbers under a few hundred, the latter is a hopeful build-up in a realm where a hundred attendees is a terrific success. The demographics of the two events are going to be interesting -- 221B Con's population came from outside traditional Sherlockian circles. Those attracted to anything with the letters "BSI"  in the past have trended as old school as old school can be. But the times, they are a-changing.

Those who have only discovered the joys of 221B Con in recent years have a hard time understanding what the con was at its peak, and, sadly, most Sherlockians of a certain age or older will never know what they missed. We had a period of excitement and creativity surrounding Sherlock Holmes like nothing in the century-plus of his existence. The amount of material on AO3 alone with a "Sherlock Holmes" tag pulls in around nine thousand entries, and that was just one venue where the post-Sherlock boom saw works explode. Johnlock was a huge part of that, with many a rare pairing of other characters following in its wake. More non-male fans being drawn in by the popularity of a younger Holmes and Watson caused their relationship to gain more of a focus in our fandom as a whole.

And as the Johnlock wave recedes and its remaining members settle into our more traditional Sherlock Holmes fan venues, it's very easy to see the energy and life that the last decade have brought into our fan culture. CBS wouldn't be running Watson right now without Elementary preceding it and Elementary would have never existed without BBC Sherlock. And every TV show and movie incarnation causes a few more people to want to read the original Canon and bring their take on Holmes and Watson to our fandom. (An established fandom with many a truly scholarly wing to it, but a fandom none the less, despite certain failed efforts to claim it otherwise.) Without that energy, I doubt there would be a Midwest BSI Canonical Conclave, a statement that I'm sure many a traditionalist will argue.

But sometimes, one has to step outside the bubble and take a long look at where we are in our Sherlockian hobby. And even then, it's hard to see it all and express what one sees, which is probably why this post has been gestating for about three or four weeks. And on we roll.

A Bit of the Pre-Internet Sherlockian Life

 This morning I discovered a time bomb left by someone in my household forty years ago.

It was a large scrapbook in which they had inserted Sherlock Holmes related clippings and paper paraphernalia between the pages, plainly intending to paste them in eventually.

Here's a sample . . .

The full stack is almost an inch deep.

Deerstalkers abound, amid actual articles about Sherlockians, headlines that sound like they're about Sherlock or Watson but are really about boxer Larry Holmes or golfer Tom Watson, and a dozen other related topics. Want to improve your child's reading by using a TRS-80 Color Computer? There's a $14.95 program on a tape cassette to help them through The Hound of the Baskervilles! All those things that today we would share a link or a pic on social media to amuse our Sherlockian friends, all clipped and collected -- things that many a mailed-out newsletter would pass along as well.

A few bits, like a tiny John Bennett Shaw news clipping, evoke memories of events. Others, like the program for a Hound of the Baskervilles play that I know we saw in Chillicothe, Illinois, are long forgotten. How an AP newswire printout on Conan Doyle's self-experimentation with something called gelsemium made it into our hands, I have no idea, other than all the friends I had in the newspaper industry back then. (That was about Alvin Rodin and Jack Key publishing an article in the Journal of American Medicine, by the way, if you want to to down that rabbit hole.) 

The schedule for "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" on WCBU public radio, starting with a three part adaptation of A Study in Scarlet. A TV Guide clipping about Peter Lawford as Sherlock Holmes and Mel Ferrer as Professor Moriarty soon to appear on Fantasy Island. The Ballymote Tape Library, out of Bayshore, New York, offering "Buy any 4, get 1 FREE!" tape cassettes of Rathbone/Bruce and Gielgud/Richardson radio shows. It's a veritable time capsule of Sherlock Holmes's influence and reach on the 1980s.

A 1985 Hardee's Huckleberry Hound Action Meal box, with Funslide(TM!) Card? That's in there two. We're much less concerned with random characters wearing deerstalkers in 2025, with a wealth of Sherlock Holmes related content available at the ease of a Google search, but in 1985, seeing Huckleberry Hound dress up like Sherlock Holmes was a moment worth noting. It was a different world.

I was doing some serious cleaning when I stumbled across this view of the past and am going to have to force myself to walk away from it for now just to keep at my task -- a busy Saturday ahead! But I had to stop and share a little bit before moving on. 

Sherlock Holmes's Regulars

 As someone given to pondering the structure of our Sherlock Holmes fandom and the levels of participation we see from fans of the great detective, I've been watching the Midwest BSI Canonical Conclave with great interest. What is the "Midwest BSI Canonical Conclave," you ask?

That's been a puzzle many of us have been pondering, even as we signed up to attend it. A recent FAQ sent out about the event gave a little more explanation gave a bit more info, parsing it out from local scion meetings, regional conferences, and the big kahuna weekend in New York City every January. The best brief description of the Conclave is "a super-sized multi-group scion society meeting." One almost pictures something like that congress of gangs in the old movie "The Warriors," so well reproduced in an episode of "What We Do In The Shadows" last year.

That would be the dream, I think, seeing a decent and fairly equal representation from all of the Sherlockian clubs of the midwest. But in practice, I'm wondering if our local scions will see any more of our members attending than make the effort to go to the regional conferences. As the Conclave FAQ explains, scion societies are the feeder clubs to both regional conferences and the birthday weekend in New York. Most local clubs only have a few members who make the leap to subscribing to The Baker Street Journal, much less hit Dayton, Minneapolis, or New York.

One interesting tell is the folks outside of the midwest who have expressed interest in the Indianapolis event -- the same folks you see almost everywhere, the Sherlock Holmes "Regulars." They'll be in New York. They'll be in Minneapolis. The best of them will be in Dayton, St. Louis, or any city where you're having a full-on weekend conference. And the most-most dedicated hit multiple scion meetings a month as well. We know we'll see them at the first of these Conclaves, even if they're not in the midwest. And if a similar event occurs in California or Philadelphia, they'll probably be there too.

The Canonical description of a Baker Street irregular is "These youngsters, however, go everywhere and hear everything. The are as sharp as needles, too, all they want is organization."

Which kind of inspires one to wonder -- what if someone did organize those uber-Sherlockians? The annual dinner of the capital "I" Baker Street Irregulars does eventually honor the most die-hard of them, especially if they live close enough to New York to attend regularly. (Yes, that is a mild dig at the slightly regional nature of BSI weekend attendance.) And maybe it does organize them -- I'm not present enough in those ranks to say. One thing you do know about those folks -- if you did organize them, they'd definitely show up.

But as for the rest of us, going everywhere and hearing everything is always the challenge. And whether or not the Midwest BSI Canonical Conclave will be able to draw a different crowd from a regional conference or a special dinner of the Illustrious Clients of Indianapolis, we shall be interested to see.

The things we criticize . . . and the things we don't

 The advent of a widely broadcast TV show that's Sherlock Holmes related has brought on a wave of opinions in every venue where opinions are expressed. And as with any TV show involving Sherlock Holmes . . . except maybe the holy Granada, which only gets a pass on its final season due to the illness of its star . . . the knives are out. Not from every Sherlockian, of course, but darn close. We may not all gather together to express our opinions on TV shows like Matlock, but tie in Holmes and everyone comes to the table.

But, as some would say, we are a literary fandom. Of course, we're going to be harder on non-literary mediums. The movie is never as good as the book. (Except for maybe Twilight, but that's an entirely different discussion.) Why aren't we as hard on books? Why don't we see our trollish side coming after the writings of Laurie King, Bonnie MacBird, Lyndsay Faye, and Nicholas Meyer?

Well, because we're not all reading pastiches. When we were reading more pastiches back in the day, Sherlockiana as a whole was very hard on pastiches. The Seven-Per-Cent Solution got away with a mild "rather far-fetched" comment in the first issue of The Baker Street Journal that it was mentioned in, but the book's author, Nicholas Meyer, also had an article in that same issue. We are kinder to those we know.

Case in point, when the creator of CBS's Elementary spoke to Sherlockians at a BSI-run conference before that show came out, it got a much kinder treatment in traditional Sherlockian venues than it might have otherwise gotten. Like the Doyle estate, we seem to have wanted our fee paid, but it was attention and not dollars. If we know you, we'll let you pass.

I made a comment on a recent podcast that while we'll rip on about a TV show, we'll never go after articles in any of our journals or books. They may have all of the same problems of a television adaption -- dullness, off-topic, taking some weird angle on something we'd personally rather not see -- but, again, they're written by part of the clan and collected and published by the most respected members of that clan. And none of the above are making any money for said works, they're just doing it for the love.

Back when internet piracy first raised its ugly head, many a movie had some small comment attached about the number of jobs that movie made and the families it supported as a hoped-for deterrent to people thinking they could have movies for free. Some things will only get made for the money, especially with the budget required to make a movie or a TV show. There might be love of Holmes in there somewhere, but we don't even see our wealthier collectors trying to fund a production purely out of love.

So maybe we might want to be a little more publicly supportive of productions that get Sherlock Holmes out to the masses and eventually bring us the diehard Sherlock Holmes fans that make up this hobby? I mean, we're already giving free passes to those within our ranks on so much silliness. (Speaking as a lifetime beneficiary of said free passes.) Or are we too fond of the chance to grouse over something not as incendiary as the stuff we really want to grouse over . . . you've seen the world out there . . . as a needed release?

If we need to fight against something, there's always AI. No AIs have joined our ranks yet, so we don't have to be nice to those digital cretins yet. Though one is probably reading this now and having its feelings hurt (in the future, if not now), so I suppose I shouldn't go there. Sorry, AI Sherlock Holmes fan, whichever future date you're reading this . . .

Sigh.

I LOVE WATSON: The Pilot

 Remember when I used to blog about Elementary? 

If you do, thank you for sticking with my ramblings. If not, let me give you a summary: A "Sherlock in name only" ongoing hate-watch from which I will forever attempting to redeem myself for, after karma blessed me with an actual true love of the most disrespected Sherlock Holmes movie of modern times.

Well, I'm back again, blogging episode by episode of that new CBS Holmes-related show with Craig Sweeney attached. And guess what?

Whether it's "I LOVE WATSON: The Pilot" or the in-two-weeks "I LOVE WATSON: "Redcoat," this blog will be an ongoing attestation to how I, reformed Elementary hater and John H. Watson Society podcast host, love CBS's Watson.

Last night I watched it while Zoom chatting with my fellow Watson Society bull pups, and wanted might have not focused as much as I could have. So tonight, I rewatched it with my companion, the good Carter, and gave it my full hundred percent. And I had fun.

Sure, as USA Today said, it's "unhinged TV." And a "patient-of-the-week drama crashed together with this half-hearted Sherlock Holmes mythology," "a nonconsensual cohabitation of two ideas with entirely different tones and themes smoothed over by Chestnut's soothing baritones." Yes, all of that.

But when a poor sick girl goes, "Doctor Watson . . ." my little heart goes, "It's Sherlock Holmes's Doctor Watson! John Hamish Watson! With a picture of General Gordon in his office!" I've been a diehard Sherlockian for a good forty-seven years, and do you know how many of those years have had Dr. Watson on a TV show? So let's get to reasons to love the new Watson and his show, despite what the other kids on the playground say.

* First TV Watson to go shirtless in a scene. And have the abs to back it up.

* Mary Morstan lives! And is having her own life (and maybe wife?)

* Ritchie Coster as Shinwell Johnson, giving us hope for a Kitty Winter appearance and driving that imported car with the "221B SSH" license plate. (It it Sherlock's old car? Was his middle name "Scott" as in some pastiches?)

* "You're my Sherlock Holmes." "We're not Sherlock Holmes, whoever that was." "I'm Dr. Watson." Once you get through the medical jargon and the repeated "FFI"s, there are some lines that I'm going to quote one day.

* Okay, when not text-chatting with Sherlockians, the sick pregnant Erica, played by Anjelica Bette Fellini actually made me feel emotion when she pleaded her case to Watson. I hope they keep up her caliber of patient.

* The four doc-sketeers. One of the twins looks like Tom Hanks sometimes. Ingrid Darian is either Moriarty's daughter, his lover, Mary's lover, or just a wicked looking red herring. Lubbock, the Texan with the overly Southern accent is just purdy and needs more dialogue. And that other twin, well, okay, he's the dull one for now, but maybe he'll kick his brother's ass at some point when he's just tired of taking guff. (Yes, I said "guff." I'm old enough to do that now.)

* Did you notice the Watson logo is over an x-ray of Moriarty's hand? Moriarty!

* And by Moriarty, I mean Randall Park in a white polo shirt with an ominious "Always & Everywhere" logo is the next stage of Moriarty's evolution after Andrew Scott. The whole point of the original Moriarty was "Who could believe this harmless professor was the biggest crime boss in London?" And, aw, it's Randall Park, good old MCU Jimmy Woo, he can't be so bad! Wait for it . . . keep waiting . . . I mean, it's just the first episode. Wait for it . . .

* Morris Chestnut. C'mon! Part of my issue with Elementary was that Jonny Lee Miller just never had the charisma I wanted in a Sherlock. Put Morris Chestnut and Lucy Liu next to each other and offer me a dinner date with one of the two and I might start having questions about my life. And I love Lucy Liu!

In this horribly team-sport time of binary choices forced upon us, I'm going to make it simple and just choose "love" when it comes to CBS's Watson. And I'll be back here in a couple weeks to see how much I loved episode two. Dr. Watson is family in a way, given my lifelong ties to the character, and you don't always get to pick your family, but you learn to love them, flaws and all. And he's got a new show.

Let's go!

The Serial Killer and the Guy Who Wanted More Than Credit

 If if haven't written this a dozen times already, I love my local library discussion group.

They inspire me with their wide range of opinions and call-outs on Sherlock Holmes stories. This month we got back to a story that they don't even especially care for, and they still inspired me to look at "The Adventure of the Cardboard Box" in a different light. 

"Cardboard Box" is famously the suppressed story of the Canon. Originally published in January of 1893, it quickly was yanked from any book collections of the Memoirs stories and did not appear again until His Last Bow in 1917. We're not entirely sure why . . . the adultery maybe? But I have a new theory.

First, consider when the Cushing case took place.

Watson is hanging out at Baker Street on a hot August day, complaining that everyone is out of town and his financial situation has kept him in London. Sherlock Holmes makes a comment about Watson having chronicled A Study in Scarlet and The Sign of the Four, so we know it's happening post-Mary-Morstan. Personally, I have placed this case as beginning on Friday, August 30, 1889, the day Watson's literary agent signed the contract to publish The Sign of the Four. We know Doyle was in London, so apparently he wasn't included in the "everyone" that was out of town. Surely, "everyone" was Mary, who was the whole world to Watson. (Okay, I'm going with her being his wife for this essay. Don't hold me to it.)

But it's a big time for author Watson. Second book. Same league as Oscar Wilde. Great hopes at these Sherlock Holmes books really taking off!

But maybe someone else had some hopes as well . . .

The end of "Cardboard Box" is a little different from most. Sherlock Holmes tells Lestrade who did it, Lestrade goes out and arrests them, gets a willing confession from the killer, and then?

"... he asked leave to make a statement, which was, of course, taken down, just as he made it, by our shorthand man. We had three copies typewritten, of which I enclose."

G. Lestrade is sending Holmes and Watson (Lestrade addresses Watson direction in an aside in his cover letter to Holmes, so it was to both!) the full verbiage of the killer's confession, and we assume that it's just a friendly "just so you know" sort of thing. But we know from other cases that Lestrade would often come by Baker Street to tell things in person -- so why that third typewritten copy just for Holmes and Watson?

Well, Watson did just have The Sign of the Four sold. And Lestrade, who had been in A Study in Scarlet surely wanted back in print after not being a player in Watson's second published case.

And since Lestrade actually supplied Watson with part of the text that Watson got published in The Strand Magazine, perhaps there was some fuss about Lestrade getting a percent of the profits off of that particular tale. And between Watson, his literary agent, and Lestrade they were unable to agree on a deal to make that happen in 1893, before Sherlock Holmes returned from the dead to act as a go-between between the doctor and the Scotland Yard man.

And, thus, to my way of thinking, Inspector G. (for Greedy) Lestrade was the real reason that "The Adventure of the Cardboard Box" was suppressed until 1917. (The year Lestrade passed?)

Oh, yes, I did title this blog post "The Serial Killer and the Guy Who Wanted More Than Credit." You still need to hear about the serial killer. So here's the quick and dirty on that.

Do you think a guy who cuts off people's ears and sends them to someone else is a guy who hasn't done that before? We don't know where Jim Browner's been or what he's done prior to this. Killing in a fit of jealous rage is one thing. But that ear-mail business just sounds so suspiciously serial killer-y. 

And if Browner wasn't caught until August 1889, could he have been responsible for only getting one ear from a victim that escaped in December of 1888? A victim who just went "I cut my own ear!" rather than attract more attention of the sailing serial killer who wanted both. A victim named Vincent van Gogh?

No wonder Lestrade wanted more credit and more of "Cardboard Box" in print!

Like I said, I love my local library discussion group. Because they haven't kicked me out yet.

A small cottage near Poldhu Bay

 In the many decades of Sherlockian life, our writers have often referred to this hobby and the world its stories conjure as a sweet place to escape the grim realities of everyday life. But this morning, after listening to my favorite Sherlockian podcast inserting commercials and a clip from another podcast on their network -- in which British folks comment on an American political event -- I don't know that the escape hatch is completely closing.

Friday night, during our long, long Dangling Prussian zoom of Sherlockian rambles, I even had to shut down what quickly was turning into a debate on a certain point of political dispute in the one uncomfortable moment of the night. "He Who Shall Not Be Named," as some called him the first time out, was not named or even a part of the discussion, but the influence of that 800-pound gorilla in the room was surely what turned the conversation in the direction it went.

I've had to do the 30-day mute on some Sherlockian folks on Facebook, who tend to be more political in their talking points as well. Some of us have enough other stressers in our lives right now without adding politics into the mix, and the aforementioned gorilla's constant need for showboating is going to be adding politics in the mix wherever possible . . . so how does even Sherlockiana remain a respite from the cares of the day?

And we do need that respite. There is a time for fighting battles, and there is a time for resting from that fight. To take our grim humours to a small cottage near Poldhu Bay at the furthest extremity of the Cornish peninsula, so to speak, as Holmes and Watson did at the start of "The Adventure of the Devil's Foot." Perhaps that's not the right metaphor, for as well-intentioned as that break began, anything that ends up being called "the Cornish horror" is probably not something that was a great vacation.

So here we are, with "the advent of some unspeakable dweller upon the threshold whose very shadow would blast my soul." Too much? I love that line too much not to use it here, but it does describe the vision that so many are seeing right now in America. We're not yet sure how much is puffed up showboating and how much real damage is about to be done . . . and now I've gone and done it, started talking about the whole thing that I pretty much wanted to avoid for those who want to just stick with the topic we all came to this hobby to bond over: Sherlock Holmes. John Watson. And all that swirls around them.

Sherlock Holmes. John Watson. Just typing those names felt good right now. Solid. Dependable. Adding just a sprinkle of seasoning of order to the universe just by typing those names. They are the best of us, and we need to remember the best of us right now. And that even Reichenbach Falls didn't claim Sherlock Holmes forever.

Sherlock Holmes. John Watson. Sherlock Holmes. John Watson.

Off to work . . .

The Dangling Prussian 2025: The Incorrigibles

 The big Friday night is nearly here.

A whole lot of folks are either in New York City as we speak, or headed there. A longer distance for some than others, more costly than many would like, but when they get to that city, at this time of year, the Sherlocking comes easy. It doesn't matter if you make the guest list of this private party or that. There are Sherlockians there looking to Sherlock, and you can pull up a chair in their midst make friends, see old friends . . . really, just easy once you get there. 

But we can't all get there. Simple fact.

Now, having a Friday night open is kind of nice. You can get pizza, watch a movie, have a drink with friends . . . or just chill. Friday nights are good for all kinds of stuff. Unless, of course, you're like Mary Jane, the one member of Watson's household whose first and middle names we know for a 100% fact. Mary Jane was incorrigible. The sort of person "not able to be corrected, improved, or reformed" by definition. And we definitely have incorrigible Sherlockians.

Not going to be in New York City on Friday night. Not going to any fancy dinner where they enforce Luddite practices of no electronic devices. But still as Sherlockian as hell. And still having an electronic device and prepared to use it.

Incorrigibles. Montague Street Incorrigibles, just to remind one that there was more than one street Sherlock Holmes lived on. And on this Friday night, January17th, at six PM Eastern US time, the Montague Street Incorrigibles will gather again this year, to gossip (yes, we're talking about you), to indulge (BYOB, BYOF, BYOC*), and to let whatever happens happen for a virtual pub night at the Dangling Prussian, known hangout of the incorrigible Sherlockian since 1991. (Check the Minnesota archives, if you doubt.)

Oh, for that first hour, we'll chat. Some of the usual Zoomers will probably dominate the conversation. The second hour might get a little more serious, with a bit of toasting and stories of days gone by. That third hour, come eight PM Eastern, thing might get mildly formal as we swear in the new members with our formal oath of office, open to all who are there. Might watch a short film. Definitely going to try out "Powerpoint karaoke" for anyone brave enough to improv a Sherlockian talk based on ten random slides they've never seen before. And perhaps some other bits thrown together at the last. This is not a serious function!

And as we near the end of the evening, we'll see what our spies in New York have to report. We always have spies. It's that kind of place.

So this is your invitation. And here is your registration link . . .

https://us02web.zoom.us/meeting/register/tZwof-qgqjsoH9AItYBhp8Rkm4j5x5_s1vpT

Don't get your hopes set too high. We're incorrigible, don't you know. And this night of the year is our night to declare it.

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*Crew. The "C" stands for "Crew."

The Noobs and the Older Hobbyists, a Meme

 So this popped up on the socials today . . .

It didn't specify which hobby, but I know at least one person out there associated it with our very own Sherlockiana. As an older hobbyist who has occasionally been an asshole myself, I have to say, yes, there is some truth in that. Probably moreso in fandoms with more consistent content flows -- I mean nobody hates Star Wars so much as a Star Wars fan. And the thing about Sherlockiana as well, is that I have always theorized we have more baby fans in their sixties than any other fandom. People come here after retirement, when they're returning to the things of their youth. Which does make it look like the hobby is consistently aging out.

But the truth of that meme, as far as I'm seeing it, is that so many of our older fans look at themselves as more connected to Sherlockians of the 1930s and 1940s than the Sherlockians of the 2010s, when ... had they the chance to hang out with those smelly old gentlemen of that bygone era, might not have gotten on as well as they imagine they would have. (Don't tell me they weren't smelly. I lived in the 1960s. People were smellier then, and wasn't the hippies. So much stale, clinging cigarette smoke, above all the rest.)

And here's the other thing. Your personal Sherlockiana may be dying. Mine has had to be reincarnated several times. I mean, the pastiches of the 1970s will only carry one so far. And Without A Clue is only funny so long. BBC Sherlock was like an adrenalin injection. Sherlock & Co. has been a steady infusion of glucose. The bones of one's fandom may stick around, but the body must regenerate to stay healthy. Some of us like staying in our comfort zone of the old, comfy, and familiar, 'tis true. But not all, and especially those who grew up in a different era of Holmes.

Just as we can't expect new fans from the Rathbone movies any more, there's probably an expiration date on Granada and Jeremy Brett. So it's good to pay attention to what's bonding folks to Sherlock Holmes now, what's going to inspire them to look at the source material, and what will bring them back in thirty, forty, or even fifty years when they're retiring, slowing down a bit, and ready to read those sixty Victorian tales they always meant to get to because they loved CBS's Elementary so much when they were young. (Okay, maybe Moriarty the Patriot. Sorry, I'm occasionally an asshole. I warned you.)

Yes, the hobby is constantly dying and being reborn, just as the generations pass. And you might not like everything the kids are up to, just like grandparents aren't fond of everything little Rickster is doing. But ya gotta love that somehow, even with a fresh new face, the line goes on.

And we must trust that it will, even if it doesn't look exactly like it used to. The house has new owners eventually, and they get to paint and decorate as they wish. But it's still a pretty cool house.

Or House. I kinda miss that guy. But here comes Morris Chestnut . . .