"In some ways Watson is stronger than Holmes. That comes through his kindness, I suppose. He sees Holmes’s weaknesses and tries to protect him from them. Look how Watson rants at him about cocaine. Watson is always on the lookout in order to save his friend from pain, indignity or destruction."
— Jeremy Brett
Some practical gardening for fleetwood-mouse, from the spring round of the HFest exchange! I fancied some floriography, so the wreath is oak-leaved geranium (true friendship), amaranth globe (immortality & unfading love), ivy (fidelity & marriage), and cedar leaf (I live for thee). Watson’s holding an american starwort (cheerfulness in old age). Sorry 99% of my blog is about these old dudes.
God fucking damn it Sherlock Holmes: Nemesis
If you were interested in checking out this modern adaptation of Sherlock Holmes (or a racebent, modern AU as the youngs might say), the first issue is free on Comixology for a limited time.
Granada’s version has such fidelity to canon, even in the tiny details; note the shots above, of Holmes smoking and thinking, and Watson dozing in his chair, then compare to the Sidney Paget illustration of the excerpt from “The Red-Headled League” (bolding mine):
“What are you going to do, then?” I asked.
“To smoke,” he answered. “It is quite a three pipe problem, and I beg that you won’t speak to me for fifty minutes.” He curled himself up in his chair, with his thin knees drawn up to his hawk-like nose, and there he sat with his eyes closed and his black clay pipe thrusting out like the bill of some strange bird. I had come to the conclusion that he had dropped asleep, and indeed was nodding myself, when he suddenly sprang out of his chair with the gesture of a man who has made up his mind and put his pipe down upon the mantelpiece.
They really did the closest to canon adaptation out there, and it’s worth having, even as a contrast to the new versions (whether Guy Ritchie, the two Russian series, or modern “Sherlock” and “Elementary”).
The delightful thing is that the Granada Holmes adaptations are so faithful to canon, yet so vibrantly alive, thanks to a fantastic cast and Jeremy Brett’s incredible, unique energy. There will never be another Brett.
His health problems mean the late episodes are a little off — it was criminal working him when he was so ill, I think — but the first season or two are sheer magic.
Anonymous said: Hello dear Tiger! May I ask who is your favorite Dr Watson?
If you’re asking strictly film/television adaptations, there’s absolutely no contest. It’s this delicious Watson right here
He’s My Watson.
But, if we’re talking about every possible incarnation, nothing and no one will ever beat the original.
There’s so much reading between the lines that you need to do to fully appreciate Watson in the books. But the man is incredible. Amazing.
He argues poetry, and can shoot with marksman skill. He is a proud soldier, and finds war foolish. He thinks he’s an idiot, and does forensic pathology as a hobby. He considers himself old, broken down, and weak, and Sherlock Holmes relies on his good looks to get information.
John Watson is beautifully complex, in that he presents himself as pure simplicity. He is an unreliable narrator, not just in how he portrays Holmes as a brilliant genius without equal. Watson seems to genuinely think that there is nothing special about him. Despite Holmes frequently trying to correct him (and by extension, us as the reader), Watson downplays all of his skills, strengths, and abilities.
He’s so broken and barely stitched back together, but he still takes everything that’s handed to him in his stride.