dress lodger

John Watson is far too clever

It always makes me mad when Watson is a bumbling idiot in an adaptation or pastiche etc. He is Holmes’s partner, not his pet! So this is meant to show that badass Watson is canon! (A birthday present for myself.) ;)  

Holmes is a drama queen not only in Sherlock: in canon, he shows off as much as humanly possible with his deductions, and particularly in front of Watson, who humours him and expresses his admiration. This led a lot of people to the (awful) assumption that Holmes essentially only wanted an idiot who would adulate him, and it is important to me to show that even though Watson constantly undervalues himself (Holmes even speaks of Watson’s “modesty” in The Blanched Soldier) and it is thus difficult to find evidence, he was, in fact, a perfectly intelligent man. But sometimes he does let through that he follows Holmes’s deductions – he knows Holmes and his methods. And he is able to apply it:


The Resident Patient, 1886
I was sufficiently conversant with Holmes’s methods to be able to follow his reasoning, and to see that the nature and state of the various medical instruments in the wicker basket which hung in the lamplight inside the brougham had given him the data for his swift deduction.

The Norwood Builder, 1894
Familiar as I was with my friend’s methods, it was not difficult for me to follow his deductions, and to observe the untidiness of attire, the sheaf of legal papers, the watch-charm, and the breathing which had prompted them. Our client, however, stared in amazement.

The Solitary Cyclist, 1895
“At least it cannot be your health,” said he, as his keen eyes darted over her; “so ardent a bicyclist must be full of energy.”
She glanced down in surprise at her own feet, and I observed the slight roughening of the side of the sole caused by the friction of the edge of the pedal.

The Devil’s Foot, 1897
Well, as you seem to have made the discovery, whatever it may be, and the vicar to have had it second-hand, perhaps you had better do the speaking,” said Holmes.
I glanced at the hastily clad clergyman, with the formally dressed lodger seated beside him, and was amused at the surprise which Holmes’s simple deduction had brought to their faces.

The TBRs

I’ve finished Claire Messud’s The Woman Upstairs; it left me quite profoundly unsettled in an instructive way. So, thumbs up. I loved it, and I didn’t, and it was difficult for me in unusual ways. I need to get her other stuff.

Next up? The To Be Read pile is currently:

  • Jean Rhys: Smile Please: An Unfinished Autobiography
  • Steven Price: By Gaslight
  • Graeme MacRae Burnet: His Bloody Project
  • Sherri Holman: The Dress Lodger
  • Elena Ferrante: Troubling Love
  • Ami McKay: The Witches of New York
  • Hanya Yanagihara: A Little Life (to pick up and try again)

I can’t decide. Maybe His Bloody Project for a change of pace?