Minneapolis and Sherlock Holmes @ 50: Sunday Interruptus

 Soooo, 9 AM on a Sunday . . .  and way back over at the library. 

Well, that might have worked for someone who hadn't abused his digestive tract and missed much of his Saturday night sleep. And yet, I just had to see what Max Magee was up to, as you just never know . . .

So Julie McKuras introduced Max, because you just can't have anyone introduce Max. Plus, it's Minneapolis, and I needed to throw a Julie pic in.

And then Max stepped up to discuss four copies of a magazine for an hour.

Yes, you heard me right, four copies of a magazine. Well, more than that actually, but he was mainly doing his talk in honor of the four copies of Beeton's Christmas Annual in the U of M collections, which is probably the most anyone has out of the twenty-something known copies.

Who was Mrs. Beeton? Who owned those known copies and where did they get them? And, hey, do you remember this Jerome Kern song? I don't remember Max's credits including any Wisconsin dairy work, but he milked those four copies of a magazine like a guy who knew how to work the udders of information.

Okay . . . now, I have to say it's Sunday night after one big weekend, I've got a ticket for a Ghost Boat in an hour, and I had to leave after Max's talk for reasons nobody wants to hear detailed, so I'm distracting you with Wisconsin dairy references. (Had a hot skillet of mac n' cheese for supper in the heart of Wisconsin, so there might be a reason for that.)

Anyway, here's a slide of Max's discovery that Johnlock existed before BBC Sherlock.

And with that, I'm outa hear. Plenty of photos from folks to see on Facebook from the weekend, so borrow someone's FB account if you don't have one.

Minneapolis and Sherlock Holmes @ 50: Saturday Part The Last

 Okay, so I took a nap. I'm not as young as Peter Blau.

Apologies to Will Walsh and the lawyers among us for not reviewing "Treason: British Law, Holmes, and Doyle." But I made it back for Mark and JoAnn Alberstat's "Written in the Stars: Moriarty's Canadian Connection."

Simon Newcomb, a prodigy from Nova Scotia who became an expert in celestial mechanics, is thought to have surely been the inspiration for Professor Moriarty. (Google it! There's a lot.) All kinds of fascinating stuff there, as when Newcomb reached out to friend Alexander Graham Bell with an idea to help save president Garfield after the assassination attempt that eventually killed him.

Once JoAnn got to listing the Newcomb/Moriarty parallels on the academic side of things, including that paper on dynamics of an asteroid that Newcomb wrote at age nineteen, the case gets pretty solid. Eclipses, which Moriarty explained to Inspector MacDonald, were also a subject that excited Newcomb. But can we talk of Moriarty without mention of Moran? A fellow named Alfred Drayson comes into play, also an astronomer with theories on the topic, but also a card player with a big ol' moustache like Moran who was a friend of Conan Doyle who likely talked to Doyle about Newcomb. A bit more of a stretch than the Newcomb/Moriarty parallel for Drayson/Moran, but not without notes of interest.

Newcomb's writings come into play, mentioned in the Strand Magazine, and the many ways Conan Doyle might have been aware of him. Like a few elder Sherlockians of old I encountered, Newcomb had moments where he thought everything possible had been discovered in his field, but eventually realized he was wrong. Did Moriarty realize how wrong he was, eventually, when Holmes was about to bring him down? Mark brings the talk home with the seven specific points of comparison between Newcomb and Moriarty, and blaming Novia Scotia and Canada, ala South Park, for the evil that was Moriarty.

And now, a photo break before dinner.

Rich Krisciunas finds 221, and it's leasing!

The banquet that followed featured a lot of toasts between our salads (there when we arrived) and the main course. I did the usual "When did toasts turn into mini-presentations?" complaint. (Really, people, stop it. Toasts are meant to be quick, clever, and get you drinking.) One particular toast, however, was a thing of wonder that might surprise a few of my younger friends. The Norwegian Explorers' own Erica Fair was tasked with the toast to the second Mrs. Watson, as many have over the decades. Erica went down the list of qualities needed in a second Mrs. Watson to identify the one person who was surely that later spouse of the good doctor, then concluded with the words, "To the second Mrs. Watson . . . Sherlock Holmes!" She was rewarded with joyous laughter and the heartiest applause of the evening, in a room largely populated with traditional Sherlockians. While every single person in the room might not have been on board, it sure seemed like Johnlock shipping is finding its way to acceptance in the hobby as a whole. Of course an Irene Adler toast came after, so there's room for everyone in this big ol' tent. ("Even Maud Bellamy," he hastened to add.)

After dinner, Les Klinger said he had been asked to stand in for Laurie King and talked about his path into Sherlockiana and some thoughts about its path onward. His talk was followed by Peter Blau serving as auctioneer to raise funds for the Collections selling a few items. Auctions at fan venues have always gotten a little crazy, since my first experience with one at a Star Trek convention in the 1980s, and this was no different. The one notable difference was that in addition to the normal folks stretching their limits to get something, we do have a Sherlockian or two with pockets known to be deep enough to take the suspense out of their desire to walk away with something. (And one weird request we still haven't figured out.)

But that was the end of the official program, and here are some pictures of what came after.

Founders of the Hansom Cab Clock Club with a known photobomber

Next to the Norwegian Explorers, I think the Parallel Case was best represented.

The Eckrich-Nunn editorial team.

After dinner drinks at the brewery patio next door, which got overtaken by about fifty Sherlockians.

Can a BSI scarf be tied like a bow tie?

What a BSI bow tie is supposed to look like.

The last stragglers seen from the sixth floor.

Minneapolis and Sherlock Holmes @ 50: Saturday Part The Second

 After a nice break and some shouting about the Tea Brokers, our next speaker is Stephen Lee, whose little book with the same name as his talk appeared in our conference packet. The talk? "The Silent Contest: How Sherlock Brought Down Professor Moriarty and Why Dr. Watson Lied." Using his experience as a federal prosecutor, Stephen is diving into the contradictions the Canon holds about Holmes, Watson, and Moriarty.

"Why did Watson lie?" Stephen asks, regarding Watson's "Never!" at being asked if he had heard of Moriarty before late April 1891, and then gets into the course of a full investigation of a criminal like Moriarty. Going back as early as A Study in Scarlet, Stephen proposes that Watson was playing down Holmes's knowledge and ability so Professor Moriarty would not think this guy was anywhere smart enough to come after him. Watson describing Holmes's astronomy know-how as "Nil" would have especially amused the writer of "Dynamics of an Asteroid" and make him feel less threatened. And that's just for starters. Stephen Lee has given a whole lot of thought to Holmes's investigation of Moriarty. (Just like every speaker so far at this conference. Minneapolis doesn't mess around.)

The statement "Everybody loves Irene Adler" did get some quiet "No" reactions from this side of our table, but that might have been the only big disagreement with his talk. And given that Stephen is all that stands between us and lunch at this point, that's pretty good. Even Holmes's occasional bashing of Scotland Yard comes into play. 

Lunch came up quickly, and the lunch lines were nicely short. More scanning the dealer's tables and talking to a wide array of Sherlockians before we resume at 1:30. The after-lunch spot on the schedule can be a challenge for a speaker, but luckily we have Burt Wolder speaking about artist Frederic Dorr Steele. Then again, as I Hear of Sherlock Everywhere listeners know, Burt's voice has an easy, comfortable tone to it that might relax one to the point of napping, should the content fail to keep one alert -- but as Burt moves through the details of Steele's life, that does not seem to be the case.

Steele illustrated a good many things, included some of Frank Stockton's work (Remember "The Lady and the Tiger?" That guy.). Created some new proceses for prints, met Mark Twain, defending the artists against particular criticisms, Monhegan Island . . . a life contains a good share of material, and Burt is strollling through it all. A big highlight was Steele's own little pastiches making fun of bits of his life, but complete with very Frederic Dorr Steele drawings of Sherlock Holmes.

Very aware of the dangers he faces as the after-lunch speaker, Burt also invited us to stand up at one point, and a good share of us do. And nothing against the next speaker, but I am finding I might need to take an afternoon break in my hotel room after this -- which has long been my course during Minnesota conferences. Is it because the talks go closer to an hour than some other venues? I don't know. But there seems to be a pattern. (Perhaps it's that speakers on the hour gives you that hour-long opening to get a short nap and only miss one talk. And once that thought is in your head . . .)

In any case, I will bid you adieu for this report. A lot more Saturday to go! 

Minneapolis and Sherlock Holmes @ 50: Saturday Part The First

 Saturday morning began a little easier for "Sherlock Holmes @ 50" attendees as the conference moved from the library a few long blocks away to the host hotel, so all we had to do was make our way downstairs, grab something at the hotel Starbucks, and wander down the hall to the wide room of tables where we'd be spending our day.

After a little browsing of the dealer's tables at the outer edges of the room, I settled at one of the tables lucky enough to have black armbands waiting (in honor of the legend of the young men of the Strand upon the publication of "The Final Problem"). A little chat and Dick Sveum called us to order and very shortly got us to our first speaker, Eric Scace, who came all the way from Boulder, Colorado to speak on "Some Clues by Telegram: 50 Years of Canonical Connections." His deep dive into telegraphy and the way it occurs in the Canon actually started to get into some of my favorite turf: Sherlockian chronology. The Valley of Fear, for example, has a telegram key to its dating, coming at the end to tell of the loss at sea of Birdy Edwards/John Douglas. He seems to be targeting 1888, which agrees with my own dating of the tale so I like where he's headed.

Ivy Douglas embarking at Capetown and the $1,390 it would cost to send a cablegram to London is a real shocker. Eric discusses how she might have cut down her wording and gotten it down to $800, and then follows the transmission and the cables of how her message would have been sent north. We learn of tape sending machines, Zanzibar cable stations, the re-entering of the message at such stations from one cable
end to another. (Side note: After seeing Shark Attack 3: Megaladon, I have to wonder about sharks biting those early cables after being attracted to the electrical charge, which, apparently, did happen in those early days. AND ERIC JUST MENTIONED SHARKS BITING CABLES!!! Shark Attack 3: Megaladon finds validation.) 

Passing around a sample of cable just hit a dead end as our table passed it to an boxed-in "We've all seen it!" table, but Max Magee appeared like a superhero descending from the sky to help the poor young lady holding a cable with nowhere to go, and moved it across the room.

Max Magee, photographed from a safe distance

Meanwhile, Eric Scace is still tracking the route of the telegrams, shipping news, how late at night Mrs. Hudson brought up the note, and puts that message coming through at March 4-6, 1888. A lot to explore for our chronology friends. I wish I had taken better notes instead of blogging and re-sizing photos of Max. I will definitely be asking Eric where his talk might be published or how one might otherwise get a copy for reference. 

We get five minutes to stand up, so I'm standing up now.

Matt Hall, a great Sherlockian I just met for the first time at this conference, is our next speaker, on phosphorous and the hellhound from The Hound of the Baskervilles. Even though he's currently a resident of Maryland, Matt's still got just enough of his native Australian accent to give the conference some early international flavor. The question of the toxicology of phosphorous being applied to a dog is reached quickly, so he deep dives into chemistry and allotropes, an important factor in this case. (Google "allotropes.") Alchemists boiling down urine comes up and we get grossed out for a moment. And further grossed out by by said alchemists writing about applying it to their "privvy parts." Chemistry is apparently a lot yuckier than I remember, when one goes into the historical records. We get confirmation that no mammals or fairies have native bioluminescence, meaning that the Baskerville hound definitely needed some phosphorous.

Matt has dug into many a newspaper article on phosphorous being used in ghost pranks when fairly safe preparations of phosphorous were rubbed on people, sheets, and even bicycles, so earlier Sherlockian papers on phosphorous killing the poor hound it was applied to. 

Holmes was an experienced chemist, Matt points out, and he would have known how phosphrous was used. All in all, this talk was a great validation of The Hound of the Baskervilles having occurred as we have read it. In addition some healthy applause at the end of his talk, Matt got at least one "WOOO!" from the crowd, as well as the special challenge coin being handed to the speakers for their efforts.

Time to move along once more!

Minneapolis and Sherlock Holmes @ 50: Friday evening

 After Jim Hawkins and Emily Miranker gave the second and third presentations of the afternoon, a refreshment break in the library lobby occurred, and instead of getting in line, this little podcaster started to scout a fairly quiet location for recording this week's Bull Pups review of Sherlock & Co. The final result was a spot in the upstairs hallway next to the Allen Mackler recreation of the 221B sitting room -- not without a little traffic or issues, but infinitely quieter than the three stories of the main lobby, echoing with the chats of a hundred and sixty Sherlockians.

That done, the police whistle blew to announce the Friends of the Sherlock Holmes Collections annual meeting, run by Gary Thaden, the president of same. Officers were elected, the health of the Collections was pronounced as good, and some news was imparted. Tim Johnson's coming retirement as curator of the Collections loomed large in that talk, but the news that he was staying on long enough to deal with some new additions to the collections was the sweet side of that bittersweet talk. Tim has been terrific in the role, actively promoting the Collections in places many Sherlockians don't dare to tread and building an ever-better archive of Sherlock Holmes here at the university. Coming additions include Denny Dobry's well-known and loved 221B recreation and author Laurie King's papers. (As well as something else I might have forgotten after the festivities of the evening that followed.)

Ira Matesky, karaoke king, Nero Wolfe scholar, and Sherlockian force of nature, was the meeting's guest speaker and big closing act for the day. Ira spoke on libraries, the items that can be found hidden in their archives, and the missing pieces of Sherlock Holmes history that are still out there to be discovered. And if that doesn't sound like a topic where a speaker could crack up the audience a few times along the way, you don't know Ira. More importantly, Ira inspired (and shoved, gently, in his Ira fashion) those in attendance to investigate their own local libraries for materials regarding Conan Doyle and Holmes that might have found their way there from local collectors over the years. People wrote to Conan Doyle from all over the world, and he wrote back. One just never knows.

Later that evening I would despair that we had no karaoke venue to entertain ourselves, but that was not because of anything lacking in Ira's performance. I've enjoyed every talk I've heard from him. (And I'm not just saying this because I know he's going to read it.)

After that, we all broke into little groups of dinner parties. I fell in with some old favorite Canadians and Texans, for dinner and drinks at the Corner Bar, then after a return to the hotel lobby and a "Why didn't we stay at the bar?" moment, heading the the outside patio of the Town Hall Brewery for more drinks and dessert.

The ever-thinking Sherlockian Brainiac of the "younger" generation, Max Magee, had worked out that 10:18 PM is 22:18 in military time, which is the minute that represents 221B Baker Street as well as 2:21 AM might, so at that moment a good dozen Sherlockians heartily recited Vincent Starrett's poem "221B" on a Minneapolis sidewalk, possibly puzzling the locals.

At which point, I quite literally stumbled off to bed, and saved this write-up for a clearer morning mind!

Minneapolis and Sherlock Holmes @ 50: Friday Morning and Earl Afternoon

 One of the things I love about a big Sherlockian weekend is the random encounters that turn into long conversations. Case in point, around seven AM this Friday, I was feeling a bit hungry, and not wanting a full hotel breakfast, went across the street to a coffee shop for some tea and any pastry they happened to have. There I saw the editors of Canadian Holmes, Mark and JoAnn Alberstat, said hello and asked if I could sit with them, which resulted in some lovely talk about Conan Doyle and things Sherlockian. Since we were all in a mood for a walk, we navigated over to the Elmer L. Anderson Library, where the displays and the day’s talks were to take place. None of that would open until 9 AM, of course, so eventually we wandered back to the hotel and took a break before heading to that opening.

In the meantime, of course, many Sherlockian friends had organized a breakfast outing, and were going to be a bit in coming back, so when the displays and 221B recreation opened at nine, I got to get in and photograph everything before anyone was really looking at it. (See previous blog post.) After that, I started to head back to the hotel, but ran into Charles and Kris Prepolec and Mike McSwiggin and just had to see Charles looking over the array of old books that were in the 221B sitting room, so I went back in.

Eventually when I did head back to the hotel, I found my bull pup podcast crew, Madeline and Heather, and set about plotting our recording session in a nice outdoor spot on the way back to the library. We got to that spot, got out the laptop and prepared to record, but found I hadn’t brought the adapter I needed for the microphone, having left it back in the hotel room. It was a little warm out in the sun, so we postponed the recording and headed back to the library, where registration was about to start.

Joe Eckrich stopped me, as he was collecting autographs for the new Holmes in Heartland collection, and somehow that put me into the middle of the growing registration line. Is it cutting if a line seems to grow around you? I don’t know, but Sherlockians are kindly folk and didn’t kick me to the back. Many of us had picked up our name badges the night before, so registration was picking up programs, the big red hardback book that was a part of the conference goodies. yet another book on the display, still another book (a pastiche, I think -- haven’t looked yet) and more. The folks at the registration table nicely bagged all this up in a clear plastic bag with handles.

The University of Minnesota Special Collections had a table of some of their duplicates and donations for sale, and . . . well, I don’t want to get into how much I spent on an impulse buy, but I was helping Kristin Mertz avoid overspending of her own by taking that bullet so to speak. (That’s the story as I’m telling it now. Kristin might tell you something a little different.) In any case, have loaded up with books and needing lunch, the four block walk back to the hotel was necessary once again. I met my old friend Don Hobbs, who was walking with Tim Kline, and we agreed to have lunch together when we got back to the lobby. As I waited for Don, I was talking to Gayle Pugh, who was thinking the walk to the library might be a bit much, so I offered to grab my car and drive her to the library door -- which was actually possible to do. So my fourth trip from hotel to library and back was a little quicker.

Back at the hotel, we headed out for lunch to the pub next door only to find some Sherlockians coming out of said pub with news that the place was too crowded to get us lunch and out in time for the afternoon program. Across the street to the Corner Bar we went, where we were still concerned about eating and making it out on time. Enter Crystal Noll, one of our 221B Con queen bees, and someone I’ll nominate for captain of our starship if we suddenly find ourselves on a starship. She gave the server a series of simple instructions and our willingness to cooperate to speed things along. She not only got eight of us in and our of the Corner Bar as quickly as possible, she also pulled out a Tide stain removal wipe when I dropped ketchup on myself. 

And we made it back to the Elmer L. Andersen Library in time for Dick Sveum’s opening remarks and Rebecca Romney’s opening talk on collectors and collecting, past, present, and future. (During which I’ve been writing this blog.) Rebecca’s talk was a great opener, looking forward in ways Sherlockian talks often miss in looking to the past. Jim Hawkins is going to come up next to talk about John Bennett Shaw, but for now, I’ll  post this much.

Minneapolis and Sherlock Holmes @ 50: The Displays

Pics from Saturday morning!

Minneapolis and Sherlock Holmes @ 50: Thursday Night

In the past fifty years, the University of Minnesota based Sherlock Holmes collection has made a lot of friends. So when its golden anniversary needs to be celebrated, like any golden anniversary, you're going to see a lot of that family and friends showing up from all over the place. The initial limit was set at one hundred and sixty attendees, and that number of spots sold out months ago. So if a person was to sit in the lobby of the Courtyard Minneapolis Downtown all day today, they would be apt to see an array of notable Sherlockians from across the decades.

The Courtyard was a Holiday Inn the last time it was held here, I think. I missed at least one of the prior conferences held here, so I'm not sure, and I'm hoping the next few days fills in some of my memory gaps in what's gone on here in the last fifty years.

Tonight was a nice welcome reception at the hotel, where folks got to say hello, pick up a handy name badge to help with those names you might have forgotten, maybe have a slice of pizza and get something to drink. A charades game was organized and played, but with well over a hundred people re-connecting at the same time, we weren't entirely focused on it. Winners got a nice "SHERades" badge, and eventually we all had the chance to pick one up.

A lot of catching up went on, a lot of "Oh, I brought something for you!" things passed back and forth, some organizing of outings like some carloads headed for a local speakeasy for the more ambitious or a simple "We're headed over to the bar next door" for the less energetic (along with a few "I have to rest after a full day of travel"s). Since most of us just got here today from various distances and modes of travel, motivations varied. Me, I had fought afternoon traffic to get to an early screening of Deadpool & Wolverine at a local multiplex, so I wasn't as up for getting back in a car.

Tomorrow the serious program begins, but as one quickly learns going to Sherlockian events, the best part is just hanging out with other Sherlock Holmes fans, and we're definitely there already. I have a feeling that Facebook is going to be getting an influx of photos of actual Sherlockians, but for tonight, i'll just leave you with a photo of a badge and a button. The weekend doesn't start until Friday, does it?