Tuesday June 23rd 2015
of pulp takes some comfort from Arthur Ignatius Conan
Doyle's off hand remark which went something like this.
"Some of Watson's adventures with Holmes were terribly
flawed, and made no sense whatsoever." The great man was
far too reserved to put it quite like that but
nonetheless that's what I'd like to think he meant. Our
hero who's read The Long Stories and The Short Stories
several times never saw a flaw in Holmes' reasoning, or
doubted Holmes' genius in the area of detective work.
A person can
think of it as a roundabout. The circle is entered, the
vehicle travels happily around and around until it sees a
likely exit, but sometimes instead of returning to the
beginning in an attempt at explanation, an answer to the
question where exactly are we going, the vehicle
decides this is fun, and just keeps on going round
and around. Which is kind of exhausting for a writer of
pulp. The Windral has explored it's circle-ness several
times and each time the entry point and exit point has been
the same. On reflection, Sir Arthur, everything is flawed.