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What I've been reading

I read Duel with the Devil: The True Story of How Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr Teamed Up to Take on America's First Sensational Murder Mystery. It's an enjoyable, true crime-y recounting of the murder, the attempted railroading of Levi Weeks, and his all-star defense team. The "duel" reference in the title is strained but you're not going to publish a book about Hamilton and Burr without something about duels in the title so I'll allow it. Levi Weeks was super lucky that his brother was a contractor and the two best lawyers in New York both owed him a bunch of money for the work he'd done on their respective stately homes.

I read Mycroft Holmes, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's Holmes fanfiction. The mystery/adventure plot is pretty good, but what I really liked was the relationship he created between the young Mycroft and his sole friend, an immigrant from Trinidad. They are fiercely devoted to each other (actually, it's pretty shippy) and they come up with creative ways to negotiate period-appropriate racism together. It's kind of wish-fulfillment/self-insert-y, but I don't mean that as a criticism at all.

I reread The Blue Castle, because I had a craving. It's one of those books that I know pretty well by heart, but it's just so perfectly constructed that it just works every time.

I read Founding Brothers, something I'd been sort of vaguely interested in doing since back when it came out, and it was entertaining. My primary takeaway is that Ellis is a huge Jefferson/Adams shipper. Jefferson/Madison is too boring for him and lacks the spice of Jefferson/Adams.

I reread Lord Peter: The Complete Lord Peter Wimsey Stories, both because I wanted to read it and because I wanted to do a full reread and it was actually the first Lord Peter book I read. I distinctly remember that someone on the late 90s internet recommended it as a good entry point to the series, which I would cosign…up until a point. "The Haunted Policeman" and "Talboys" certainly surprised me and thoroughly spoiled me for the Peter-Harriet sequence, which, okay, I doubt I would have really believed that it would ever have ended any other way anyway, but still. And then "Talboys" was also my favorite story and I am eternally disappointed that there are no novels or other stories or anything set during that period.

I read The Dreyfus Affair: A Love Story and it was so delightful and fun and perfect.
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Even though I own a copy of The Documents in the Case—I bought it new at Barnes and Noble with my own money in high school, even—I'm virtually certain I had only read it once before, and literally the only thing that I remembered about it before I picked it up again was "something to do with mushrooms." (The cover illustration on the HarperCollins mass-market paperback is hilarious, with the pan full of mushrooms, one of which looks like a skull. Subtle!)

That meant that it was essentially a brand-new Dorothy L. Sayers book, a thing that would be priceless if I didn't strongly suspect that I hadn't much liked it the first time or I would have reread it before. Still, the prospect was intriguing enough for me to tackle it again.

Spoilers for The Documents in the Case )

Maybe in another seventeen years I will have forgotten this book again and I'll reread it and get annoyed a third time.
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Now, you might be thinking that watching Olympics coverage 11+ hours a day doesn't leave much time for reading. And you would be correct. Still, I did manage to finish some books this week!

What I've been reading

I read The Captive & The Fugitive, volumes five and six of À la recherche du temps perdu. Ha! Bet you weren't expecting that, were you! Technically, I actually read the end of The Captive and all of The Fugitive, having begun reading slightly less than a year ago, gotten bogged down on how unrelentingly terrible a pairing narrator/Albertine is, and set it aside for the interim. Seriously, though, they are the worst canon pairing ever. Literally all the narrator does for pretty much both entire volumes is obsess about how much lesbian sex he thinks Albertine has had/is having/would be having if he didn't keep her trapped in his house like a jealous weirdo. Also I'm disappointed that there isn't any Proust fic out there, because I totally want some narrator/Saint-Loup.

I read Rapture Practice, a memoir by a gay kid who grew up in my hometown (okay, in my hometown's metro area) and whose fundie/indie/Baptist childhood was approximately a thousand times worse than my own. It was really well-written, although I was disappointed that he ended his story before he came out to his parents; it feels a little like wrapping up your murder mystery after clearing up all the red herrings but before revealing who the actual murderer is.

I read Love All & Busman's Honeymoon, two plays by Dorothy L. Sayers. I knew, of course, that Busman's Honeymoon had been a play before it was a novel (and can you imagine how frustrated and enraged you would be, if you knew that there was a sequel to Gaudy Night out there somewhere on a stage and you couldn't go see it?), but I had never actually read the play, or the other play, which is a comedy of manners about authors, appropriately enough. I had never really given much thought to what staging Busman's Honeymoon as a play would require, either, and it is actually quite problematic considering spoilers regarding the ending )

What I'm reading next

Well, certainly Time Regained, although probably after I regain the time I am currently devoting to watching winter sporting events.
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Happy Epiphany/Twelfth Night/Sherlock Holmes's birthday (Observed)! In honor of the last, and because it was a plot point in last night's episode of Sherlock, I present Dorothy L. Sayers's essay which originally put forth the Hamish Hypothesis. (This post is also available on tumblr.)

Dr. Watson's Christian Name
A Brief Contribution to the Exegetical Literature of Sherlock Holmes

Dorothy L. Sayers

It has always been a matter of astonishment to Dr. Watson's friends, and perhaps of a little malicious amusement to his detractors, to observe that his wife1 apparently did not know her own husband's name. There can be no possible doubt that Watson's first Christian name was John. The name "John H. Watson" appears, conspicuously and in capital letters, on the title page of A Study in Scarlet,2 and it is not for one moment to be supposed that Watson, proudly contemplating the proofs of his first literary venture, would have allowed it to go forth into the world under a name that was not his. Yet in 1891 we find Watson publishing the story of The Man with the Twisted Lip, in the course of which Mrs. Watson addresses him as "James."

Mr. H. W. Bell (Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson, p. 66, n. 2) has been unable to account for this, and despairingly suggests that it is a mere printer's error. "Watson," he remarks, with much truth, "was a very careless reader of proof." But if he had read the proofs at all, this particular error could not have failed to catch his eye. A man's own name is a subject on which he is sensitive; nothing is more exasperating than to be "called out of one's name." Moreover, in December, 1891, Mary Watson was still alive. Tenderly devoted as she was to her husband, she could not have failed to read his stories attentively on publication in the Strand Magazine, and she would have undoubtedly drawn his attention to an error so ridiculous and immediately reflecting on herself. In the month immediately preceding, the Doctor had made another trivial slip in connection with his wife's affairs; he said that during the period of the adventure of The Five Orange Pips Mrs. Watson was visiting her mother. Mrs. Watson, who was of course an orphan, (Sign of Four), evidently took pains to point out this error and see that the careless author made a note of it; for on the publication of the collected Adventures in 1892 the word "mother" is duly corrected to "aunt."3 On such dull matters as dates and historical facts the dear woman would offer no comment, but on any detail affecting her domestic life she would pounce like a tigress. Yet the name "James" was left unaltered in all succeeding editions of the story.

How are we to explain this? )

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Barbara Mertz/Elizabeth Peters/Barbara Michaels/one of my single favorite people in the world has died.

I can't even say how sad this makes me. Right this minute I'm house-sitting for my junior high best friend's mom, who gave me copies of The Snake, the Crocodile and the Dog and Murder Must Advertise for my twelfth birthday and basically set the agenda for who I was going to read and what I was going to be going forward.
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Deeply, profoundly geeky socks, wrought all throughout with obsessive love: The Nine Tailors socks.

Alas, I can no more knit than I can ring changes, catch murderers or drive at tremendous speed in Daimler double-six.
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Deeply, profoundly geeky socks, wrought all throughout with obsessive love: The Nine Tailors socks.

Alas, I can no more knit than I can ring changes, catch murderers or drive at tremendous speed in Daimler double-six.
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I got a lovely story and a charming Yuletide treat this year!

Herr Doktor SilberneKlinge und Der Herr der Ring -- Schmidt's delightful romp through fandom! The voice is perfect, and so are all the little fandom details, not that I would expect anything less from a Yuletide writer! (Schmidt blows off Vicky and John for something called a 'ficathon', hee!) Schmidt is sorely tried by someone who is wrong on the internet about the appeal of Gandalf fic, but reinforcements from an unexpected quarter make everything better.

Encounter with St. George -- A perfect little Hilary/St. George drabble!

Now, as for the rest of the archive, I'm only in the Ds and I've already opened a zillion tabs for future reading. /o\
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I got a lovely story and a charming Yuletide treat this year!

Herr Doktor SilberneKlinge und Der Herr der Ring -- Schmidt's delightful romp through fandom! The voice is perfect, and so are all the little fandom details, not that I would expect anything less from a Yuletide writer! (Schmidt blows off Vicky and John for something called a 'ficathon', hee!) Schmidt is sorely tried by someone who is wrong on the internet about the appeal of Gandalf fic, but reinforcements from an unexpected quarter make everything better.

Encounter with St. George -- A perfect little Hilary/St. George drabble!

Now, as for the rest of the archive, I'm only in the Ds and I've already opened a zillion tabs for future reading. /o\

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