but according to ep_birdsall Nigel is never seen in the later books (she had completely forgotten who he was when I described the plot of the second book to her) so I'm assuming that Alleyn got bored with him pretty quickly!
That's hilarious.
I am reminded of a post I read years ago, which turned out to have been written by Sarah Rees Brennan:
"For instance, I am really not sure that Sherlock Holmes is smarter than Watson. (I speak purely of the Arthur Conan Doyle stories here, in several adaptations Watson's obviously meant to be an amiable idiot.) Watson's a doctor, for one thing, which usually indicates a certain amount of smarts. Watson's more socially and emotionally intelligent, for certain. And Watson knows a lot of things Holmes doesn't, like 'The earth revolves around the sun, Sherlock,' and 'THAT COCAINE IS BAD FOR YOU, SHERLOCK.' Watson, being a nice, unsuspicious and not all that observant guy, is simply not as good at sleuthing as Sherlock. Which is fair enough, sleuthing is Sherlock's job. If the Holmes stories focused on a medical practise, Sherlock would be 'Watson's flatmate who occasionally shows up and is a smartass. Plus is on the coke.'"
I felt at the time, and still feel strongly, that I would absolutely read a series of medical stories starring John Watson with intermittent cameos from his smartass, occasionally helpful, generally high flatmate.
And: THANK YOU FOR THE HEADS-UP. Ugh, Marsh. I complain about Sayers, and ... I mean, with rights I complain about Sayers, but then I read anything by any of the other 1930s greats and I remember all over again how mild Sayer's punches are in comparison.
You're welcome! I'm sorry!
I do feel I get punched less by Margery Allingham, so long as I stay away from The Fashion in Shrouds.
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That's hilarious.
I am reminded of a post I read years ago, which turned out to have been written by Sarah Rees Brennan:
"For instance, I am really not sure that Sherlock Holmes is smarter than Watson. (I speak purely of the Arthur Conan Doyle stories here, in several adaptations Watson's obviously meant to be an amiable idiot.) Watson's a doctor, for one thing, which usually indicates a certain amount of smarts. Watson's more socially and emotionally intelligent, for certain. And Watson knows a lot of things Holmes doesn't, like 'The earth revolves around the sun, Sherlock,' and 'THAT COCAINE IS BAD FOR YOU, SHERLOCK.' Watson, being a nice, unsuspicious and not all that observant guy, is simply not as good at sleuthing as Sherlock. Which is fair enough, sleuthing is Sherlock's job. If the Holmes stories focused on a medical practise, Sherlock would be 'Watson's flatmate who occasionally shows up and is a smartass. Plus is on the coke.'"
I felt at the time, and still feel strongly, that I would absolutely read a series of medical stories starring John Watson with intermittent cameos from his smartass, occasionally helpful, generally high flatmate.
And: THANK YOU FOR THE HEADS-UP. Ugh, Marsh. I complain about Sayers, and ... I mean, with rights I complain about Sayers, but then I read anything by any of the other 1930s greats and I remember all over again how mild Sayer's punches are in comparison.
You're welcome! I'm sorry!
I do feel I get punched less by Margery Allingham, so long as I stay away from The Fashion in Shrouds.