Thursday, September 21, 2023

Moving in with Sherlock Holmes by Brad Keefauver

In our excitement to follow the adventures of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson, we often skip over the more mundane parts of their lives together in early readings. At some point, though, one starts stopping to smell the roses, so to speak, and ponder the parts of their lives where they weren’t investigating mysteries … like the time they moved into a new apartment.

Two strangers moving into a new apartment together is something that doesn’t happen to all of us, nor that often. Maybe when we’re in college, or starting a career in an expensive city (as was Watson’s case), but ideally we don’t choose to just cohabitate with strangers. You might just get a strange, strange roomie, which is actually what happened to our friend John Watson.

“We met the next day as he had arranged and inspected the rooms at No. 221B Baker Street …That very evening I moved my things round from the hotel, and on the following morning Sherlock Holmes followed me with several boxes and portmanteaus. For a day or two we were busily employed in unpacking and laying out our property to the best advantage.”


There’s a whole lot going on in those few lines if you try to imagine what that “day or two” looked like in real time.

Watson had hotel-level belongings and was able to get everything from the hotel to Baker Street that evening. It’s hard to imagine having enough things in a hotel that it took more than a couple of trips.

Sherlock Holmes, however, shows up with “several boxes and portmanteaus.”

A portmanteau, in case you were wondering, is a large trunk or suitcase that opens into two equal parts. And Sherlock Holmes showed up with “several." Watson has come to London for the first time, and is in start-up mode, but Sherlock Holmes has been living in rooms (plural) on Montague Street in the neighborhood of the British Museum. Now, much of that area has been rebuilt from Holmes’s time, but it’s hard to imagine it being a cheap neighborhood in which to live. Holmes plainly came from money, but, like Watson, had the realization that he was probably not going to continue in the lifestyle to which he had become accustomed on his consulting detective fees at that time. But it still meant he probably had a lot more stuff than Watson.


What stuff? Well, being Holmes, probably not that much more in the way of clothes than Watson. Books, for certain. Papers, notes from his studies of everything useful to his occupation, also probably a part of it. He was still using the labs at St. Bart’s so maybe not so much chemical equipment just yet. And young Holmes was still thinking he could sit in his sitting room and do consulting, so maybe the handcuffs and guns weren’t so important to him yet, either. Definitely not time for a wax dummy of himself yet. Sherlock Holmes was probably still transitioning from student to professional man, so we have to think that most of his things fit that sort of category.

When Watson writes “For a day or two we were busily employed in unpacking and laying out our property to the best advantage,” I have a feeling he actually meant, “Holmes was unpacking and putting things where he wanted.” Watson’s contributions were probably a few books, some picture or memento for the mantelpiece, and a few personal items in the Baker Street bathroom. Most of his gear was probably just stored in his bedroom. If he had an army trunk, a lot of it might have just stayed there.

When Sherlockians do re-creations of 221B Baker Street, they most certainly are picking some point in time like 1895 to lovingly stock their room with Holmes memorabilia. But 221B Baker Street of 1881 was most certainly a different place. Mrs. Hudson’s furniture and pictures on the wall, a mix of books on the shelves that were mostly Sherlock’s, some mantelpiece items from both men. Any painting of Reichenbach Falls would have been too eerily predictive. Watson would later hang pictures of men he admired, Holmes would at some point tack criminal pictures to his bedroom walls and build up that level of debris Watson sees on Holmes’s bedroom mantelpiece. (Nice bedroom, Holmes.) But in 1881things were very different.

The 1954 Ronald Howard TV Sherlock Holmes episode titled “The Cunningham Heritage,” we actually see a Watson and Holmes move-in day, where these two not-so-young gentlemen were coming into Baker Street with all sorts of odd possessions. Watson seems to have brought a wicker basket of books, whilst Holmes unpacks a chemistry lab. Holmes hands Watson a human skeleton a one point, but, as with so many things with that version of Holmes and Watson, it hardly seems a true representation of the Canon as we know it. (Despite the “documentary film” theories of a certain podcast called Sherlock Holmes Is Real.)


Imagining the details of that first incarnation of 221B Baker Street is an intriguing exercise. What bits that we came to know later were there from day one? Whence came the bearskin hearthrug? How many items were just commonplace , and how many had their own story behind them?

221B Baker Street existed in four dimensions and not just three, and exploring the idea of what it looked like when is just one more challenge for Sherlockians, as well as the opportunity for one more niche, dare anyone venture into that rabbit hole: Sitting room chronology.

Always something more to explore in the world of Sherlock Holmes, isn’t there?


Tuesday, August 22, 2023

Toasts from Holmes in the Heartland

At the Holmes in the Heartland banquet dinner, two of our members gave wonderful toasts that we felt should be shared with a wider audience.  So please enjoy Adam Presswood's toast to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Stacey Bregenzer's toast to the villains in the Canon.


A Toast to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Adam Presswood

My father was the third oldest of either ten or eleven children. I never remember. There’s a good reason for that. My father’s family situation was so abusive and horrible that he did his best to get as far from any of his family as he could after he turned eighteen. Apart from one, very beloved maternal aunt, he simply didn’t remain in touch with his family. He married my mother when he was twenty-one and she was eighteen. In terms of family, this was a step up. Still, the instinct to put distance between himself and large segments of the family was strong in my father, and our family of six was often an island unto itself.

What, you might justifiably ask, does any of this have to do with Conan Doyle? Well, the simple truth was, at least at that time in my life, that I often felt I was without a story. I didn’t know a lot of my extended family on my mother’s side, at least not well, and my father’s relatives were a giant question mark. Whenever other kids in the neighborhood or at school would ask about my roots, my heritage, my family history, and other such things, I was usually at a loss for something to say.

It was during this same time that I discovered I hated math. My fifth-grade teacher, however, caught on to the fact that I loved to read. She would thus bribe me to finish my math by letting me read a book from the shelf in the back of the room afterward. One such afternoon, I stumbled upon a YA version of "The Final Problem," my first encounter with Sherlock Holmes. I went home and told my mother all about it. Now, I don’t know whether she really believed what she told me, or if she just sensed that I needed something to hold onto. Regardless, she proceeded to tell me that I was related to Conan Doyle through my maternal grandfather’s mother. 

Well, from that day forward I had a story. And you can bet that I told that story every chance I got, whether or not people understood the significance. Whenever anyone would ask about my family, I had my blood connection to Doyle to brag about. Unfortunately, after many decades of tellings and retellings, the story finally came to a bitter end when a dying aunt on my mother’s side of the family denied the tale and said it was the dumbest thing she had ever heard. I was by then a grown man, and I took the news with a stiff upper lip. 

The point is, for nearly forty years I had a story when I otherwise would not have, and I had that story because of Conan Doyle. So, ladies and gentlemen, please raise your glasses and join me in a toast to the man who gave us all – THE STORY!


A Toast to the Villains
Stacey Bregenzer

To All the Villains of the Sherlock Holmes Canon:

from the worthy foe to the... not so worthy adversaries,

from the masterminds of criminal organization, the bank robbers, and the counterfeiters to the man catfishing his stepdaughter, the one injecting himself with monkey extract, and the thieves who lose their loot.

To Adler, Moran, and Milverton, but also to St. Clair with his twisted lip, Gilchrist the cheater, and Wilder, whose jealousy led him to a really stupid kidnapping.

And especially to those who got their just desserts, attacked by dogs, bitten by their “pet” snake, lost at sea, or even acquitted by Holmes and Watson’s kangaroo court.

Because they all gave Sherlock and Watson a mission, Sherlock a reason not to use drugs, and us a plot to still enjoy 100 years later. 

We toast them all! Cheers!

Sunday, August 20, 2023

A Recap of Holmes in the Heartland 2023

Holmes in the Heartland: Arch Enemies was a huge success!  More than 90 Sherlockians from the St. Louis area and around the country spent three days celebrating Sherlock Holmes and mingling with one another.  

The weekend officially kicked off on Friday afternoon, but plenty of folks arrived on Thursday and connected with one another.  Some went out to dinner, others hung out at the hotel, and one group braved the heat to attend a Cardinals game.





Friday

Friday afternoon found the Sheraton Westport hopping as everyone started arriving.  Brad Keefauver captured the energy of seeing everyone with this blog post.

Our first official event was an architectural tour of the St. Louis Public Library, followed by a viewing of the St. Louis Sherlock Holmes Research Collection in the library's Rare Books and Manuscript Room.  The Central Branch of the St. Louis Library is a gorgeous place, and the tours highlighted some amazing aspects of the place.  And people really seemed to enjoy looking over books from the collection and discussing certain aspects of specific pieces spread throughout the room.






There were a few hours for everyone to grab a bite to eat with friends after the library before our next event, the Just Desserts for Professor Moriarty banquet, sponsored by The John H. Watson Society.  Everyone enjoyed treats and coffee in a relaxed atmosphere while door prizes were raffled off to attendees.








Saturday

The biggest day of the weekend was Saturday.  The doors opened at 8:30 and the vendors started doing a brisk business right away.  While they eyed up purchases, attendees also mingled with one another and viewed the day's door prizes.



The speaker line up was a blast!  If we tried to recap every wonderful thing that was said, this blog post would be as long as an encyclopedia.  So we will just share the line up along with some pictures here.


Ray Betzner - Professor James Moriarty, and the Quest for Order in the Universe



Kristen Mertz - Moran's Game



Cindy Brown - Guys I Love to Hate: The List Keeps Getting Longer



Steven Doyle - Baron Gruner: The Most Misunderstood Villain in the Canon



Mike McSwiggin - The Ultimate Arch Enemies of the Canon: Dr. Watson and Calendars


Beth Gallego - Enemies for Life: Faces of Moriarty in Sherlockian Literature for Youth


Monica Schmidt - BBC, But You Do Not Observe: Sociopathy and Sherlock Holmes


Joe Eckrich, Rich Krisciunas, & Michael Waxenberg - Jefferson Hope: The Trial of the (19th) Century


As intriguing as these titles and pictures are, they don't even begin to do justice to the fantastic presentations.  We were very lucky to have such a great line up of speakers this year!

After a short break and time for socialization in the hotel bar, we were treated to a great buffet dinner.  Two of our local members, Adam Presswood and Stacey Bregenzer, gave toasts to Arthur Conan Doyle and villains in the Canon.  These toasts will be published in full in our next blog post.



After everyone was fully fed and we went through the dessert table more than a few times, it was time for the night's entertainment: The Alpha Inn Goose Club Trivia Night.  Brad Keefauver and his trusty goose companion, Steve Mason, took the group through trivia that spanned decades, genres, and myriads of interests.




Sunday

People who opted for the three-day registration got to visit the St. Louis Arch that included a guided tour of the new history museum, a trip to the top of the Arch, a documentary film on the building of the Arch, and of course some souvenir shopping.  We wrapped up the weekend with lunch at The Old Spaghetti Factory on Laclede's Landing before everyone finally filtered out on their ways back home.