The Casebook of Twain and Holmes by Bill Peschel
Part One: Something for Readers
While writing the seven stories in “The Casebook of Twain
and Holmes,” I read a lot of works by and about Samuel Clemens. I read his speeches,
his travel books, his memoirs, his sketches, and his short stories. There were
also several books about him by his friends and even the family’s maid. From
them I drew the pieces that I put together to form the man in the stories.
Here are a few of those personal pieces:
1. Mark Twain was his penname. The flesh-and-blood man was
Sam Clemens, and his personality was very different from the humorist.
2. Clemens loved to tell stories. There was nothing he liked
better than to sit with friend and talk about whatever came across their
collective minds. He also had what appeared to be a bottomless fund of stories
to draw upon.
3. When dining with his family, his interest in telling a
story was so intense that he would get up and walk around the table, as if he
needed to be in motion all the time.
4. He was not above stretching the truth until it was unrecognizable.
One favorite story was of the Mark Twain imposter who toured Australia. When he
fell ill, the state’s governor-general visited the fraud, and when he died, he
was given a grand funeral. No such person existed, a fact confirmed by checking
the database of Australian newspapers online.
5. Sam loved to smoke cigars, up to three dozen in a day. If
a cigar wasn’t available, a corncob pipe would do. “I never regarded myself as
an excessive smoker,” he told a reporter. “I never smoke when I am asleep, and
I do not smoke more than one cigar at a time.”
6. He rarely read novels. He preferred nonfiction. He rarely
read novels, and those he did seemed to infuriate him. Of Jane Austen: “I want
to dig her up and hit her over the skull with her own shin-bone.” Of James
Fenimore Cooper: “Cooper hadn’t any more invention than a horse; and I don’t
mean a high-class horse, either; I mean a clothes-horse.” Of Oliver Goldsmith’s
“The Vicar of Wakefield”: “A singular
book. Not a sincere line in it, and not a character that invites respect; a
book which is one long waste-pipe discharge of goody-goody puerilities and
dreary moralities; a book which is full of pathos which revolts, and humor
which grieves the heart.” And Rudyard Kipling: “[He] did measureless harm; more
real and lasting harm, perhaps, than any other individual that ever wrote.”
7. Reports of his volcanic temper are accurate. One morning,
in the bathroom next to his bedroom, he became upset at the buttons popping off
his freshly laundered shirts, and flung each one out the window of his Hartford
home. He grew so enraged that he followed them with the rest of his shirts,
then the collars, all the while cussing a blue streak.
Part Two: Something for Writers
The thing I learned about Mark Twain from reading his works
is that his style was original. I never got the impression that he spoke
boiler-plate English. He didn’t use a phrase that had been engraved on the
readers’ minds so often that another iteration of it would leave an impression.
Nor has time turned his phrases rote. People may quote him, but they do not
imitate him.
Twain also saw his profession as a trade, not an art. He was
a worker, and pen and paper were his tools. This can be seen in the writing
advice he left behind. They emphasize the practical side of the writing
profession, as seen in these quotes:
“Let us guess that whenever we read a sentence & like
it, we unconsciously store it away in our model-chamber; & it goes, with
the myriad of its fellows, to the building, brick by brick, of the eventual
edifice which we call our style.”
“Read it aloud. I may be wrong, still it is my conviction
that one cannot get out of finely wrought literature all that is in it by
reading it mutely.”
Part Three: Book Blurb and Buy Links
Beloved Humorist. Best-Selling Author. ... Consulting
Detective.
Now it can be told: Mark Twain’s adventures with Sherlock
Holmes, Watson, Mycroft, and Irene Adler.
As part of his autobiography, Samuel Clemens dictated seven
stories that he later ordered burned. Discovered at a Pennsylvania farm auction
and edited by Pulitzer-Prize winning editor, Bill Peschel, they uncover the
Mark Twain nobody knew: who interfered in a marriage proposal, organized a
boxing scam, and went grave-robbing. A Twain who also caroused with a young
John H. Watson in San Francisco’s Chinatown; needed Holmes’ help with a
blackmail plot; tangled with Mycroft Holmes and kidnappers in Morocco; and ran
up against Irene Adler and a vengeful German officer in Heidelberg.
Most of these stories — four featuring Holmes, and one each
with Watson, Mycroft Holmes, and Irene Adler — appeared in the 223B Casebook
series collecting Sherlockian parodies and pastiches. These tales are now
available in this exclusive complete edition from the Peschel Press.
Part Four: Short bio and media links
Bill Peschel is a former journalist who shares a Pulitzer
Prize with the staff of The Patriot-News in Harrisburg, Pa. He lives with his
family and animal menagerie in Hershey, where the air really does smell like
chocolate.
The author of “Writers Gone Wild” (Penguin), he publishes
through Peschel Press the 223B Casebook Series of Sherlockian parodies and
pastiches and annotated editions of Dorothy L. Sayers’ “Whose Body?” and Agatha
Christie’s “The Mysterious Affair at Styles” and “The Secret Adversary.” An
interest in Victorian crime led to the republication of three books on the
William Palmer poisoning case.
Bill Peschel’s Links
The first book in my newest space opera romance series is now available on Amazon. The Alien and the Teacher has me very excited to be writing about space again. The second book in the series is on its second set of revisions and the third is started. Adventure in the stars with a bit of romance.
