Monday, June 1, 2020

Who Killed Sherlock Holmes?

 An Analysis of the Prime Example of Fictional Immortality 

Sherlock Holmes is perhaps the most recognizable fictional character of all time, something which is somewhat remarkable considering how many faces he’s worn. It seems strangely suitable that Sherlock Holmes, among his many skills, should also be a master of disguise. For each time he returns, be it to the stage, the screen, or on the page, he is never quite the same. In all the different faces which have represented Sherlock Holmes we have come to recognize him mainly by his distinguished silhouette: the large beak-like nose, the tall lean figure, the deer-stalker hat, and calabash pipe, all of which are signature to his demeanor. Yet ironically, most of these are credited, not to Conan Doyle himself, but to British illustrator Sidney Paget. Even Holmes' well-known catchphrase “Elementary, my dear Watson” comes, not from the original work, but from author P.G. Wodehouse. These are not the only well-known Holmesian characteristics which are credited to other creators. Ever since Conan Doyle let loose detective Sherlock Holmes into Victorian London in A Study in Scarlet, artists have been creating their own interpretations of the world-famous detective, and thus he has become immortalized, not just by one, but thousands of reworkings and adaptations. It may therefore seem somewhat misleading to fully credit Arthur Conan Doyle with the creation of Sherlock Holmes. Perhaps it is more suitable to say rather that Conan Doyle did not in-fact create Holmes. He discovered him.

Though it may seem an odd statement, it seems that Sherlock Holmes is, in fact, more influential than the man who created him. This in itself is entirely bizarre, for Holmes, of course, is fictional. Yet even in his time, multitudes of readers were convinced of his existence. To Doyle's own dismay, he received countless letters all address not to him, but to Sherlock, imploring the detective to help solve their tragedies and mysteries. In the present day, Sherlock Holmes seems more alive and real than Conan Doyle himself. So, Holmes has become the reality and the author the shadow, a silhouette perched in an armchair behind the figure of his creation. Though the simple solution would be to dismiss this as a case of excellent story-telling, someone like Sherlock Holmes would not be convinced of such a mundane conclusion.

It deems worth noting that Sherlock Holmes is not the only fictional character granted this endowment of immortality, nor is he the only one who has skipped the line between reality and fiction so effortlessly. Figures like King Arthur or Robin Hood of Loxley, to name a few, have also crossed this line, slipping out of the fictional world and leaving behind relics and remnants of misplaced evidence, as if they might actually have existed. Indeed, to this day experts are still uncertain whether or not these figures actually existed, and to what extent the stories we have about them are true. While their origins may be obscure, their influence, however, is undeniable. Sherlock Holmes himself does not have much in common with these figures, it is their mutual prestige on the public which makes them so extraordinary. Of course, there is one other key point in which these figures share: they are all heroes.
King Arthur, the righteous and just king, leader of the Knights of the Round Table, Robin Hood, the noble outlaw who steals from the rich and gives to the poor, we’ve all heard of them. But what exactly does Sherlock Holmes have to do with them?

When we think of Detective Sherlock Holmes, words like righteous, just, and noble are certainly not the first that come to mind, if, in fact, they come to mind at all. Sherlock Holmes is flawed, often times selfish, and at times completely unsympathetic. Indeed, he has been compared to machine. What's more, it is his lack of human weakness and emotion that most fascinates those fictional characters who come know him, and those who in their turn come to know him on the page. Even so, when it comes to fictional immortality Holmes somehow manages to exceed them all. While King Arthur and Robin Hood were the heroic figures of their own time, Sherlock Holmes has become a heroic icon, not only of his own time but most every time since.

When a character becomes immortalized in this way they will inevitably become, not just a character, but an idea. Robin Hood, for example, exemplifies justice. He is a hope for the poor, a reclamation of a better world in a time of oppression. In the same way, Sherlock Holmes has also become the incarnation. He is the image of the ultimate expert. A man who, with his powers of deduction and wit can unravel any mystery. Sherlock Holmes springs out of an era of order, an industrious empire, a society overtaken with invention and vision, and yet a society overcome by the ever-growing fear that their world, a world of which the pace was ever quickening, was spinning out of control. This is a fear which is no less relevant in today’s society than it was to the Victorians who witnessed the First Industrial Evolution when the world began to move too quickly. One could argue that the world has not stopped its Industrial ascent since.

It is perhaps for this very reason that, more than a decade after his initial appearance, Sherlock Holmes has still not retired, despite what Doyle tried to make us believe in The Adventure of the Lion's Mane. And if he has indeed retired at one point or another, he has been raptly replaced by a successor, a new Sherlock Holmes for a new time.
Since Conan Doyle’s death in 1930, the public has seen Sherlock Holmes return again and again. Indeed, ever since Arthur Conan Doyle brought back Sherlock Holmes ten years after his supposed death, it seems it is quite impossible to kill him. His immortality is so adamant, and the public’s adoration so persistent, that not even his creator could kill him off. We see in Sherlock Holmes that something truly fascinating occurs when a character outlives his creator with such perpetuation. Not only has Sherlock Holmes outlasted his time, he has pervaded through every time since, slinking straight out of the fog of Victorian London into the present day, solving mysterious and delivering justice, whether that be to protect innocent murderers, or the wrongfully accused; to restore honor to the disgraced or repair trust for those that have been torn apart by a crippled system. He is a shadow of a man instantly recognized by his fans, fans who as a mass manage to maintain the illusion that Mr. Sherlock Holmes, the detective who has, and most certainly will, outlive them all, is still out there today, solving mysteries, dispelling superstitions, disproving irrationality and illusion; debunking legends even as he himself becomes one.






Sunday, May 31, 2020

A New Life

It's been so long that I don't even know where to start. But I have to start somewhere, I suppose.

Thinking back to the last few times I wrote on this blog, it's strange to think how much has changed. How many things have become settled, and how many things are still changing. I am saddened by how little I wrote for myself during this time of change, for those words will always be lost to be now. There will only ever be a before and an after; for the life I had before and the life I have now bares so little resemblance to one another.
I started my young adult life like most other young adults, by searching for what I wanted, for the life that I would one day have. And though I always thought I knew what I wanted, I had no idea what that would look like.
How far I have come since then.

Enough with the ambiguity. The last time I wrote on this blog I was starting my first semester of university. Since then I have moved across the country. Made a home for myself. Landed my dream job, and met the love of my life.
  
But this is only just the beginning. Life will forever continue to change.
It's been a wonderfully challenging year with many new and exciting struggles.
Every stage of my life proves to be abundantly busier than I ever thought I could be, and this year I did not stop for months. This year, I moved five times, from one city to another, and through three different provinces. This year, I finally chose a minor to accompany the major I chose for myself when I was in the fourth grade. This year I got engaged. I wrote more chapters than I ever have before.

But, this is only the beginning. My young life was just the prologue, the upbringing before I set out on the adventure of a lifetime.

This new stage of my old life will be busier and more challenging than anything before. But it will also be incredibly wonderful.



P.S. Thank you to my Opa for still asking about the blog I never write on. It was just the push I needed ;)



  

Saturday, May 25, 2019

A Toast to Mom: To be Read by Joe on Her Blessed Day

 (Note, stage directions are italicized. Do not read these as part of the speech) 

Hi Mom, *waves somewhat awkwardly*

Sorry I couldn't be there on your birthday. 
I know you think birthdays aren't a huge deal, but I think they are. Birthdays are special. Especially the birthdays of special people; because sometimes we forget to show those special people how much we appreciate them, and birthdays are a good time to remind them.
So I thought now is a good a time as any to tell you just a few of things that I appreciate about you. 
I appreciate the little stuff, like doing our laundry and making meals that I enjoy. (Gosh, I really miss your cooking by the way.)   
I appreciate your goofy singing that fills the house with joy. We make fun of you for it, but some of us cough* cough* –aka all of us, inheriated the goofy gene. So who are we to talk?
I appreciate how pretty you are. I really don't know how you do it, with all the ups and downs and all the craziness. I remember one particular time when life wasn't so good for us. I was 16 and I came by to your work and despite the late night we had the night before, and despite the fact that I knew you weren't doing great, you still looked so beautiful. Maybe that is why your smile is so wonderful to me. Because I know that that smile isn't always inspired by joy, but by strength! It is a smile that defies the odds! 
I appreciate that smile so much!
I appreciate all the little ways that you show us that you love us, none of which is any less profound: from something as simple and practicle as discovering new socks in your laundry basket, or receiving texts from you when I'm far away. 
I appreciate that when I'm anxious, you make things okay again. Because if mom says its okay, then it usually is. You are a comfort that no trial can lessen.
I appreciate all the sacrifices you make for us; all the enegry you spend on us; all the things you invest into us; and all the many ways that you love us. 
Thinking back to my childhood, my messy teenage years, and now my early adult years, I see a legion of I-love-yous in so many different forms. My life is rich with them. 
Sometimes I wish I'd appreciated them more back then (like when loving me was harder than it should have been). But, even though it makes me sad sometimes that I didn't appreciate you as much as I should have, it also makes my heart glow with joy. Because no one makes anyone feel as loved as moms do. No one else can say I love you so many times a day and in so many different ways. 
How blessed me and the boys are to have a mom who never tries of loving us, and, furthermore, never stops showing us how much she loves us. 

I love you mom, and we all appreciate you so much. 
*Everyone goes in for a group hug, showering mom with love*