Showing posts with label The Strange Case of the Pharaoh's Heart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Strange Case of the Pharaoh's Heart. Show all posts

Monday, March 3, 2025

Who will play the Sherlocks?

Sherlock silhouette
 

Sherlock Holmes devotees all have an opinion on one crucial question: Who played the best Sherlock? From William Gillette to Benedict Cumberbatch, they will wrangle over every actor who was ever measured for a deerstalker cap. Writers of Sherlock Holmes pastiches have a slightly different question, however:

Who would play my Sherlock best?

 

Or in my case, my Sherlocks. (Well,  it'sConan Doyle's Sherlock, of course, but my transliterations thereof.) And I use the plural because I have written three Sherlock books which portray the Great Detective at three very different ages--36, 58, and 70. I suppose if Netflix were doing a miniseries, they'd use one actor and plenty of make-up and CGI. But if they were three separate movies, what then? 

Thursday, December 12, 2024

I Hear of Sherlock Everywhere Review of The Strange Case of the Pharoah's Heart

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Timothy Miller's
 The Strange Case of the Pharoah's Heart is a uniquely intriguing piece of Sherlockian writing, integrating real-life historical events and genre themes into a compelling read that deserves your attention.

Miller's premise is intriguing and unique: in 1923, Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson had a serious falling-out over their belief systems. Sherlock Holmes has adopted the philosophy of spiritualism over his usual belief in deduction much to Dr. Watson's chagrin. Although they split, Watson is approached by Lady Evelyn Carnarvon whose father sponsored the expedition that discovered the Tomb of Tutenkamen. Soon, Holmes and Watson are joined by a third character, a woman named Estelle Roberts who is a medium who can communicate with the dead.

Read the whole review at I Hear of Sherlock Everywhere.

Tuesday, December 10, 2024

Sherlock, son of Sigerson?

      

sherlock silhouette

Firstly I suppose I should say that the following is mere conjecture, though pretty thoroughly researched as far as it goes. But I don't actually believe a large part of it myself, having even more outlandish theories up my sleeve. I just can't resist starting a few hares.


I suppose the first question we should ask is this: why does Sherlock Holmes never mentions his parents, not even if they are alive or dead? It seems strange, doesn’t it? Here are a few more questions which follow:


  1.       Why is Sherlock so distant from his brother Mycroft?
  2.       Why are the brothers separated in age by seven years?
  3.       Why did neither of the brothers inherit their  father's estate?
  4.       Why did he choose the name Sigerson as his alias?

Well, then, what do we know about Holmes’s parents? Very little. We know from The Adventure of the Greek Interpreter that: “My ancestors were country squires, who appear to have led much the same life as is natural to their class." 

Let’s assume for the moment that his father was one such squire (although it’s interesting the way he phrases it, skirting actual mention of his father). Let’s call him Squire Holmes. Perhaps he is a Sussex landowner, since Holmes elects to retire in Sussex. We’ll come back to him.

We know a little more of Sherlock’s mother, however, since he goes on to mention “my grandmother, who was the sister of Vernet, the French artist.” Vernet, the French artist was a very real person, or rather very real people, a family of artists who mainly married into other artistic families, all quite successful. Let’s take a look at the generations:

  • Jean Vernet, d. 1753
  • Claude Vernet, d. 1789
  • Carle Vernet, d. 1836
  •  Horace Vernet, d. 1863

While two of his forebears had sisters (Jean had five, but they lived early enough that Holmes would have referred to them as great or even great-great grandmothers.  Carle's sister Emilie, was guillotined during the Terror. Her daughter Louise-Josephe, was married twice, but neither of her husbands were named Holmes, according to the genealogies. Claude had only brothers.

So it’s almost certainly Horace Vernet that Holmes was referring to. And while the fame of Vernet has been swept away by Manet, Monet, and the rest of the Impressionists, it’s worth noting that he was in his time the most famous of French painters, fabulously successful.

Only Horace’s sister, Camille (b. 1788 d. 1858) therefore, could be his grandmother. Camille wed Hippolyte LeComte, another successful painter, and had three children: Emil (another painter), Fanny (another painter), and Louise. Genealogical records are silent on whether Louise was also a painter (and silent on everything about her other than her name and birthdate), but there can be little doubt she knew her way around an easel. 

Fanny was born in 1809, Louise in 1815. Since Sherlock was born (according to most chronologists) in 1854, that would mean Louise would have had him at the age of 39—a dangerous age to give birth, especially in the Victorian era. Indeed, her first child, Mycroft, would have been born when she was 32. We can eliminate Fanny from our calculations. At 45, she almost certainly would have been too old for childbirth. Even at Louse’s age, childbirth would have been a dangerous proposition.

Perhaps the reason no other siblings are mentioned is that Mrs. Holmes had a number of miscarriages? This would certainly explain the age gap between the two brothers.

But how would this tame English squire and the bohemian French lady ever have met? And why marry? I’m afraid it was not for love, although Louise Vernet-LeComte was probably a fascinating woman, even though, in the parlance, an “old maid.”

They would almost certainly have met in Paris, possibly in 1845, where Louise would have been living with her brother Emil, six years her junior, where she would have acted as mistress of his household. But by this time, he would probably have become betrothed to twenty-year old Amelie Cournol, whom he would wed in 1846. Two women in a household was bad luck. Louise was superfluous, and Emil would want her off his hands.

But what was Squire Holmes doing in Paris for the extended period necessary for courtship? Maybe it’s time to define “squire,” –a definition which by necessity is quite broad.

The large landowners—squires were all landowners—had hereditary estates, which varied in size which averaged about 10,000 acres, and drew enough income to build great parks and manors, keep servants and livery, and keep them in the style to which we’d all like to be accustomed. The estates in Sussex were mainly of this sort.

A rung below were the gentry, who typically owned less than 1,000 acres of land, who either leased plots to tenant farmers or managed farms themselves.

slindon house
Slindon House
Let’s split the difference. We’ll imagine that Squire Holmes was the proprietor
of 
Slindon. Slindon Estate is 3,500 acres of woodland, downland, farmland, and parkland. With its unspoilt Sussex village, Slindon was originally the summer home of Stephen Langdon, Archbishop of Canterbury, whose election to the position helped precipitate the crisis which led to the signing of the Magna Carta. Slindon is seven miles from East Dean on the vast Gilbert Estate, where Holmes is supposed to have had his villa. The actual owner at the time in question was the Countess of Newburgh, but I’m sure she won’t mind lending it to us.

So why would Squire Holmes abandon this idyllic estate, with a house built during the reign of Elizabeth I? There are really only two possibilities which make sense. I’m afraid the most likely explanation is that he was in flight from creditors, and seeking a wealthy wife for an influx of new funds. 

Alternatively he could have been fleeing from the legal consequences of a duel. Though dueling was outlawed in England in 1819, he last recorded duel in England took place in 1852—between two French expats. Dueling had become increasingly seen as a dishonorable means of setting disputes between gentlemen and more teeth had been put into the penalties for engaging in them. So I think we can eliminate this possibility.

How did the Squire’s ruin come to pass? In a word, no, two words, bad management. It would indirectly have been a result of the repeal of the Corn Laws in 1846,  protectionist tariffs which had restricted the importation of grain.

 Landowners were certain the repeal would make corn prices drop precipitously and reduce them all to penury. Coupled with the rise in wages for farm workers as more laborers moved to the cities, the squirearchy was forced to diversify, developing their land for housing, or mining.  As a matter of fact, Thomas Read Kemp, an even larger Sussex landowner (and Member of Parliament), who was involved in some speculative land deals had to flee to Paris in 1837 and died there in 1844.

If Holmes had gambled on finding coal on his land and failed, he might have found new horizons in foreign countries extremely attractive. France was a favorite refuge for wealthier English debtors seeking to avoid prison.

La fidèle (1866) Émile Vernet-Lecomte

La fidèle (1866)

 And where to meet an artist but at the Paris Salon,  the worls's grandest art exhibition, where in 1846 Emil won a bronze medal (his third), perhaps for one of his first portraits of an Oriental lady which he was to become famous for. The squire would have been in need of a moneyed wife, and LeComte at this point would have wanted to unburden himself of a sister (a sister who if she was anything like her son, would have been more intelligent and more domineering than his young wife could bear). It would not be long before the squire was introduced to Louise, and to her dowry, which would have been satisfactorily plump.

 It would have been enough, anyway, for the squire to return safely to England with his new bride. And she would soon be pregnant and give birth to Mycroft. 

 The child is father to the man. What are we to make of indolent, overweight Mycroft, one of the founders that temple to silence, the Diogenes Club? This is what I would make of him: he probably had Einstein syndrome, named after the famous physicist, who did not speak in complete sentences till he was five years old. The syndrome is also accompanied by outstanding analytical skills. An indolent, silent child whose father probably thought him an idiot. Not a proper heir for the landed class. He looked forward to better. 

What he got were miscarriages. And disappointment. And a fiery foreign wife who was no asset to him. Whether he sent her back to her people or whether she banged out the door of her own accord, whether Mycroft went with her (likely) or stayed with his father, she returned to Paris.

Sigerson's biography
Sigerson's biography
Where, in 1854, she would have met eighteen-year-old George Sigerson. Now there’s a familiar name. George was an Irish lad, from county Tyrone. He was attending to St. Joseph’s College on the Rue de l’Enfer. George won 1st prize in drawing (perhaps tutored on the sly by Madame Holmes?), religious knowledge, and German, in 1854. He returned home after graduating in1855, winning first in Greek, Latin, and German (but not drawing). It would have been a May-September romance, understood as a brief fling by both of them. He likely never knew he had a child by Louise. As soon as she realized she was pregnant, she would have hied herself back to England and reconciliation with  her husband, to make sure that her youngest son was legitimate.

George Sigerson went on to become a neurrologist, scientist, and one of the most prominent members of the Irish Literary Revival. He also became an important backer of Gaelic football. The Sigerson Cup is named for him. He married and had four (more) children. He probbably never suspected that the famous Sherlock Holmes was his son, although Sherlock must have discovered the truth and thought of himself in private as Sherlock Sigerson. 

Exit George Sigerson.

 So, why the distance between Sherlock and Mycroft? Besides their considerable age difference, they were only half-brothers.  And I posited another reason in my first book, The Strange Case of Eliza Doolittle. 

But why did neither inherit the estate? The squire must have had a child (or children) by his first wife, Hope (who died in childbirth),  the elusive elder brother Sherrinford. Would he have got along with his younger siblings? Hard to say, but he certainly kept his distance. He would have inherited the bulk of  the estate. The Squire would have used his influence to secure Mycroft a minor position with Her Majesty's government, from which he rose to great heights. Sherlock, whom the squire always suspected was no son of his, inherited only the clothes on his back. He was a natural mimic and seemed destined for a career in the theatre. There's a book somewhere in that.

The Strange Case of the Pharaoh's Heart cover
And that is truth about Sherlock's parentage--well, no it's not. Although the possibility is raised in my third book, The Strange Case of the Pharaoh's Heart, it's discredited, although the squire's paternity is also soundly rejected. Well, then, who was Sherlock's daddy, according to my lights? I'd rather not say, in case I get around to telling that tale. I have scattered a few clues in The Pharaoh's Heart, however,  for the detectives among you.


*By the by, the name "Sigerson" means "son of victory." So put that in your pipe and smoke it.

      

      

      

Thursday, June 20, 2024

KRL review of the Pharaoh's Heart



The Strange Case of the Pharaoh’s Heart cover"The Strange Case of the Pharaoh’s Heart is a paranormal romp with Holmes and Watson, and a time warp to the well-researched 1920s, from glittering haunts of the rich to the tombs of the Valley of the Kings."

Read the entire review at KRL News and Reviews.

Tuesday, June 11, 2024

Age Limit


The Strange Case of the Pharaoh's Heart.
roey, six, reading                                      Rory, six, reading The Strange Case of the Pharaoh's Heart.

                                      Recommended for ages 6 to 600.

Wednesday, April 10, 2024

Q&A with Fresh Fiction

 




How did you decide where your book was going to take place?


Luxor and London were pretty much de rigeur for a story about Sherlock Holmes and the pharaoh’s curse. Monte Carlo was just for fun, and the Reichenbach Falls seemed like a good place to kill off Holmes. 

Wait! Did I say that? 

Did I do that?

A little bit about Holmes, a little bit about Tut, a little bit about me. Catch the whole piece at Fresh Fiction.

Saturday, April 6, 2024

Behind the book with Crimespree Mag

 behind the book



Where I blame it all on Doyle:

"There wasn’t supposed to be a third book. I mean, a second Sherlock Holmes book made sense, because I had already written it, lo these many years ago, as a screenplay. So my second book actually inspired my first one. that was alright. That was cool."


Read it all at Crimespree Mag.

Tuesday, April 2, 2024

Launch Day

 

king tut's tomb opening
Step inside ...if you dare
The tomb is now open.

Sherlock Holmes comes face to face with the boy king Tutankhamun and his curse in
The Strange Case of the Pharaoh's Heart.
Available today on Amazon and wherever books are sold.



Tuesday, November 7, 2023

Cover Reveal: The Strange Case of the Pharaoh's Heart

cover of The Strange Case of the Pharaoh’s Heart.

 

     Okay…here it is, the cover reveal for The Strange Case of the Pharaoh’s Heart. 

Sherlock Holmes travels to Egypt to take on the curse of Tutankhamun, along with the indefatigable Dr. Watson and the mysterious medium Estelle Roberts. 

Releasing March 19th from Seventh Street Books. Available for pre-order Amazon and a host of other places now.

Cover by the inimitable Jennifer Do.

Oh, and that’s an Egyptian scarab on the cover, not a flying cockroach.

That’s my story anyway. 

Tuesday, February 28, 2023

Ta Da!

 

It’s officially official

I would have posted it sooner, buy I didn’t know where to find it.

Deal Report: Tim Miller's the strange case of the pharaoh's heart in which Sherlock Holmes investigates Tutankhamun's curse to dan mayer at seventh street

Saturday, February 25, 2023

Euphemisms

  sunglasses

 

Right now The Strange Case of the Pharaoh’s Heart is with my editor. Normally I don’t change anything in a draft while my editor is going through it. But lately I’ve been waking up at three in the morning with urgent, miniscule changes to this one. For instance the other night I immediately had to change the word “syphilis” to “the French complaint.”

Why did the question of syphilis even come up in a Sherlock Holmes tale? Oh, that’s simple. It explains Watson’s familiarity with sunglasses in 1924.

Sunday, November 6, 2022

A century ago

king tut

One hundred years ago today King Tut's tomb was discovered. In celebration here's
a nibble from my next Sherlock Holmes tale, 

The Strange Case of the Pharaoh's Heart. 


"I have read since that Carter describes it as having a 'sad but tranquil expression.' True enough, but it’s also unnerving, those large eyes staring up at you from centuries past, the oddly delicate, almost feminine features. I will never be quit of that unyielding goldeface, nor the unasked question that seems to hang upon his lips."


Thursday, July 28, 2022

From bad to wurst

 


Roulette Salon, Monte Carlo
Roulette Salon, Monte Carlo
 The truth is, I do a hideous amount of research. This is mainly because my plots are fairly wild, and I use historical facts, from events of worldwide importance to what kind of socks men were wearing that year to anchor my stories in reality.


Am I methodical? Not in the least. Basically I have one text file, into which all my historical facts are thrown like a meat grinder to be turned into sausage later. Some of it's meat, some of it's spice. Would you like a glimpse at some of the ingredients that go into my bratwurst? I thought you might. 

    Here's a small sampling of my notes (in no particular order) for my present project, 

The Strange Case of the Pharaoh's Heart:

Gould married Sinclair on May 1, 1922.

November 9, 1922 — Tomb opened

They were married in December 1922 Ali Famy

On March 14, 1923, they legally remarried

— Rudolph Valentino, divorced in 1925.

Cartouche by Terry Ward
Cartouche by Terry Ward

The nearby tomb of King Seti II, with 

cluttered trestle tables and Thonet bentwood chairs pressed tight against the ancient relief


“Well, sir, if it isn’t too great a liberty, I am a neighbour of yours, for you’ll find my little bookshop at the corner of Church Street, and very happy to see you, I am sure. Maybe you collect yourself, sir. Here’s British Birds, and Catullus, and The Holy War—a bargain, every one of them."


There was a sensational shooting affair at Leeds Tuesday sequel to the death Miss Helen Mary Nind, the music teacher, wha found poisoned in a Leeds hotel during the week-end. 


Dr. Scott's results in the examination of the brown marks upon the walls of the tomb are interesting - his examination proves them to be of the nature of mould from infection of some kind.


Arthur Mace never returned to the tomb. He contracted pleurisy which led to pneumonia. He nursed his health assiduoudly, but died in 1928.



1922 BUGATTI TYPE 23 TORPEDO SPORT

Top Speed:

London taxi, 1920s
London taxi, 1920s
62 mph,



Beginning in February 1924, she accompanied Valentino on a trip abroad that was profiled in 26 installments published Movie Weekly over the course of six months`.


State - How much fuel you've got. Mother requests, "Say your state". Responded to in the form of hours and minutes of fuel onboard til you "splash". You respond"State one plus two zero to splash" = 1 hours and 20 minutes of flying time remaining.

Flying in the 1920s was also an uncomfortable experience for passengers because it was loud and cold, as planes were made of uninsulated sheets of metal that shook loudly in the wind.

Junker aircraft interior
Junker aircraft interior

The average journey time by train between Paris Gare de Lyon and Meiringen is 6 hours and 53 minutes, with around 20 trains per day.


              ********


The pictures are, of course, research as well, and I download a lot of them. These I treat with so little method that I usually have to wind up seeking them out again on the internet when I need to consult them. It may seem like chaos, but that's an accurate reflection of my writing method. In the end, it's wurst.

Friday, June 24, 2022

Golden State Gabfest

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Up for more talk about 
The Strange Case of the Dutch Painter, as well as a peek at my nearly-completed next next Holmes epic, The Strange Case of the Pharaoh's Heart, and even a whisper of what's to come after that?

Then tune into:
for all the lowdown.


 

Saturday, June 11, 2022

Readers and Writers Podcast

 Miss my dulcet tones?

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Want to get the lowdown on my latest novel The Strange Case of the Dutch Painter, and my upcoming novel,
The Strange Case of the Pharaoh's Heart?

Then hie thee to: 

 Readers and Writers Podcast (by request, no arithmetic was involved in the making of this podcast)for the double scoop treatment.

Wednesday, May 11, 2022

King Tut: Fact or Fiction?

       Historical fiction thrives in the space between fact and rumor. I'll give you an example from the next Sherlock Holmes novel I'n working on, The Strange Case of the Pharaoh's Heart. There were a number of deaths attributed in the years after Tutankhamun's tomb was opened which were attributed by believers (of whom Conan Doyle was a prominent and vocal member) to "the curse of King Tut."

Hugh Evelyn White
Hugh Evelyn White
     One of the more violent deaths, in 1924, was that of Hugh Evelyn White, a scholar and translator of ancient Greek, and a popular lecturer at the University of Leeds. He was also an Egyptologist, and among the first to visit the newly opened tomb in 1923. 

     His story is quite a gruesome one, and it can be found all over the internet: he wrote a suicide note in his own blood on the wall of his office, blaming the curse for his action, then hung himself above his desk. A terrible realization of the curse.

     Except it didn't happen that way. If you take the trouble to read the newspaper obituaries from the time, you find that he stepped out of his house, hailed a taxi, and asked to be taken to the house of a physician, Dr. Maxwell Telling. He would never arrive there.

     The driver heard the gun blast (how could he not?) and turned to see White falling forward. He sped to the nearest hospital, but White was pronounced dead an hour later.

     He had left a suicide note. Though not in blood, and not mentioning King Tut, it was certainly problematic. Here's how it read:

“I knew there was a curse on me, though I have leave to take those manuscripts to Cairo. The monks told me the curse would work all the same, Now it has done so.”

No one knew what papers he referred to, or who the monks were.

     But here's the rest of the story: 

White was about to appear at the inquest for another suicide, one Mary Helen Ninds, a music teacher, who was desperately in love with Mr. White, and had threatened in a letter to take her own life if he did not return her affections. He had written her back, threatening to go to the police if she threatened suicide again.

     Did he feel guilt over the girl's death? Had there been a love affair, or even any relationship at all between the two? Could she have been carrying his child? We can only speculate, and speculation becomes fertile field for a historical novelist. We can let our imaginations run away, stitching together fact with whole cloth.

     And where did the story of the bloody suicide note and the hanging surface from? Again we can speculate. First, one must realize that Lord Carnarvon, who paid for the expedition, had sold exclusive rights to coverage of the excavation to the London Times--which meant that every other paper in the world was boxed out of the biggest story in the world, and when journalists don't have a story they will sometimes... make up a story. The whole "curse of King Tut" story was catnip to them, and anything and anyone involved tended to get twisted, exaggerated, aggrandized.

     Now how prevalent this wild story might have been at the time is also impossible to say. When I say that you can find the story all over the internet, we all know that the internet loves nothing better than a good story and will spread it like Nutella on a spoon. Ubiquity on the net has nothing to do with authenticity.

     But it does have everything to do with fiction. Seeing the kind of wild rumors that were floating around at the time points the way for one's own wild rumors to plant in the story--as long as they are labeled as rumors, not as fact. We have to play fair with the reader.

     And the truth is, there are always wild rumors and wild surmises associated with any historical event. Misinformation is not a modern invention. And while we should do our best to separate fact from rumor, our characters are under no such edict. Let them mix it up.

     (Don't forget the monks and the papers.)

Wednesday, April 27, 2022

King Tut and the Bugatti

 And then again, some facts in historical mystery are simply a matter of grinding it out. For instance, when you need a car to get your heroes from Luxor to Cairo as quickly as possible. The train simply won't do. This happens in The Strange Case of the Pharaoh's Heart.

First of all, you should realize that without the car, Tutankhamun might never have been discovered. Lord Carnarvon, the sponsor of the dig, was mad for cars early on. The faster the better.

And in 1903, he had the dubious distinction of being in the world's first car crash. 

Lord Carnrvon
Lord Carnrvon
A bad crash, with a crushed skull and a broken jaw, and lacerated lungs, which left him prone to severe lung infections. Doctors recommended he spend his winters in a dry climate--say, Egypt? He fell in love with the place, fell in love with Egyptology, and finally decided to get into the tomb-digging business. He hired a fellow named Howard Carter, and the rest as they say, is history.

But back to my problem. Where to get a car? Our heroes came to Luxor aboard a dahabeah (another whole story). Well, it's true, I could make up any car owned by anybody. I wouldn't even have to name the kind of car. But historical fiction is made up of these thousand details which anchor our stories in reality, and create a bond of trust between writer and reader.

So I decided to make the car Lord Carnarvon's car, left garaged in a tomb (which is where they did keep them) when he went to Cairo and died. So what kind of car would Lord Carnarvon have driven?

This was actually easy to uncover, since Carnarvon was so well known for his love of cars (and horses and yachts). Of course, I could have gone with a Ford, since he had provided one for the dig, but I, wanted a fast car. Before the end of his life, Carnarvon was into Bugattis (although he had just purchased a Bentley, which he never got the chance to take home.)

Bugatti. That's just brimming with sexy. (Although to tell you the truth, I know zero about cars and couldn't tell a Bugatti from a VW Bug.) A Bugatti would do.

But now I needed a Bugatti made before 1923, when Carnarvon died,

And I needed a four-seater, which could carry five in a pinch.

And fast. Faster than a train, which I already knew made the trip from Luxor to Cairo in about ten hours.

Which is about how long it took me to find my Bugatti. (And I get down on my knees and praise the internet every day.) I looked at a lot of Bugattis. Most were two-seaters. Some, for racing purposes held only one. I found a few that might be four-seaters, but I couldn't be sure from the pictures. And while the specs told me what horsepower they were and how many cylinders they had, not a single one mentioned the number of seats.

Bugatti Type 23 Torpedo interiorSo as the sun was rising, I found it. The 1923 Bugatti Type 23 Torpedo. Lots of pictures, including one of the back seat.


Sold. That is, if I could just find out--yes! Top speed 62mph. And since my driver is a professional racer, I'm going to posit that she can make it to Cairo in under seven hours.

Bugatti Type 23 TorpedoNow I just have to decide whether it gets them all the way there or breaks down in the desert. Which would mean I'd have to get under the hood of the thing. 
Um... I'm thinking they make it.

Friday, February 11, 2022

Reflections on Reflections

hieroglyphs on tomb wall
    There comes a time in every draft of a novel when things start to click together, to reflect each other. For instance, did you know that King Tut photographer Harry Burton preferred sunlight for his pictures? Which meant he had to use a complicated setup of mirrors and reflectors to bring the sun into the tomb. (I didn't know this, and had to rewrite that whole section.)

     



fairies at work and play cover




But then I realized that must have been the exact method used by Geoffrey Hodson, 50 pages earlier, to create the illusion of dancing fairies! 


Research always shows you the way.

Tuesday, February 8, 2022

The Strange Cases of Strange Cases

 Of course, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde was the inspiration for the title of my first (and therefore my second) novel. I should perhaps have done my research further. It turns out there are a lot of "Strange Case" titles out there, and I am now chained to them for all eternity, like Marley's ghost with his cashboxes. And some of the titles are a wee bit...well...


HUGO SPROUTS AND THE STRANGE CASE OF THE BEANS
THE STRANGE CASE OF THE RICKETY COSSACK: AND OTHER CAUTIONARY TALES FROM HUMAN EVOLUTION
THE RABBIT REPORT: THE STRANGE CASE OF THE MISSING GINGER
THE STRANGE CASE OF THE SPOTTED MICE & OTHER CLASSIC ESSAYS ON SCIENCE


These are just some of my new bunkmates. But my favorite, hands down, is this title:

strange case of the chicken assassin cover
I haven't read the book, and I never will, because it couldn't possibly live up to its title. Perhaps you've read it and enjoyed it. Let me know. It's definitely a brother from another mother. 
Now excuse me, I have to get back 
to work on The Strange Case of the Pharaoh's Heart.