Hey, don't you have a little Sherlock in your house?
I think any woman who can claim she has done a needlepoint of the "Sherlock Holmes" pub sign, owns her own deerstalker cap, and has a little plaque that features the address "221B Baker Street" tucked into a corner of her house, can be dubbed a Sherlockian.
I have loved the tales for years and years--many years (I must say with some pride) before Hollywood and the rest of the world caught up with me. Now that the tales are being retold, the PBS series called "Sherlock" is among the very best: so I'm thrilled to know the second season begins this Sunday night.
The series brings Sherlock Holmes and his amanuensis, Dr. John Watson, into 21st century London, without changing the best things about the characters.
If you watched season one, I don't even have to convince you. But, imagine the Victorian/Edwardian Sherlock Holmes with an iPhone living in the London of the the "London Eye" with a Dr. Watson just back from a tour in ... Afghanistan, where else?--and you'll get the fabulous drift of this inventive series.
Dr. Watson chronicles his unique friend's cases, not in The Strand Magazine--but on his blog!
I can't say enough about this innovative reworking of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's enduring tales.
So I needn't. Just watch PBS "Mystery" on Sunday night--checking your local listings, of course.
I'll be sitting wearing my deerstalker and looking like the eccentric that I am. And as long as you don't pick up the phone while I'm watching--no texting either!--you can remain a friend who understands. And a friend who understands is one who knows ...
... that the steps up to the second floor at 221B Baker Street transport us to a wonderful world, where brains are triumphant over the powers of evil. And where we know that when the World's Only Consulting Detective is on the case, "the game's afoot" and all is--or will soon be--right with the world.
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