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newmoonstarJust finished reading E.M. Forster's A Room With a View. It was actually quite good. You can tell Forster was a Janeite; his style reminds me a lot of Jane Austen in places. And a happy ending! In most 'classic' novels written in the Victorian or Edwardian era they seem to have a pathological fear of happy endings. And it's been so long since I saw the movie that I actually didn't remember what happened in the end! One thing that bothers me about reading 'classic' novels though is that they have footnotes. Putting footnotes in a work of fiction is just annoying. Of course, I have the luxury of saying that, since I already knew all about the art and history of Florence, and about the customs of Edwardian England, and I didn't NEED the footnotes! (Ah, the luxury of snobbery! ;-D)
I fear that I have once again been posessed by the demon of fanfiction, because the other night when I was supposed to be writing my so-called fantsy novel (I don't think four and half chapters yet qualifies it being called a novel) I found myself instead sketching out a few premises for some Sherlock Holmes pastiche short stories.
(I know, I'm horrified too.)
But having read quite a lot of bad stuff, I'm pretty sure I know what to avoid. Not to mention, they're really in a lighter vein, and not meant to be taken entirely seriously. Well, at least, we'll see how they turn out if I actually write them!
And just on an entirely silly note, I've been watching the Granada Sherlock Holmes series this weekend, and Mum was complaining about it, as usual. She apparently can't stand watching Sherlock Holmes because she thinks the actors they get to play him are always too girly. ("Jeremy Brett is SUCH a girl!" Says my mom, "How can a man be that prissy?") And while I do usually agree that most of the time Sherlock is played far too flamingly gay, and that Jeremy Brett IS a bit girly, he's still one of my favorite Sherlocks. His voice! Come on! When he goes into one of his speeches, with that aristocratic tone and those rolled r's, it kills me. I just LOVE it. But this is an ongoing battle with my mother. Why won't she ever concede that British men can be sexy? *sigh* (How can I be related to this woman?)
I fear that I have once again been posessed by the demon of fanfiction, because the other night when I was supposed to be writing my so-called fantsy novel (I don't think four and half chapters yet qualifies it being called a novel) I found myself instead sketching out a few premises for some Sherlock Holmes pastiche short stories.
(I know, I'm horrified too.)
But having read quite a lot of bad stuff, I'm pretty sure I know what to avoid. Not to mention, they're really in a lighter vein, and not meant to be taken entirely seriously. Well, at least, we'll see how they turn out if I actually write them!
And just on an entirely silly note, I've been watching the Granada Sherlock Holmes series this weekend, and Mum was complaining about it, as usual. She apparently can't stand watching Sherlock Holmes because she thinks the actors they get to play him are always too girly. ("Jeremy Brett is SUCH a girl!" Says my mom, "How can a man be that prissy?") And while I do usually agree that most of the time Sherlock is played far too flamingly gay, and that Jeremy Brett IS a bit girly, he's still one of my favorite Sherlocks. His voice! Come on! When he goes into one of his speeches, with that aristocratic tone and those rolled r's, it kills me. I just LOVE it. But this is an ongoing battle with my mother. Why won't she ever concede that British men can be sexy? *sigh* (How can I be related to this woman?)
