GUEST AUTHOR IN TODAY’S SPOTLIGHT IS JOHN PIRILLO
(Creating Alternate Worlds where King Author & Sherlock Holmes are alive and well in Las Vegas.)
The Reign of King Arthur has come to an end.
Dying by his own son’s hand, he is taken by Merlin to the Isle of Avalon.
But what happened next was not written in the history books.
It can’t be.
Then history would have to say that magic really existed.
History would not say Arthur failed; because he didn’t.
It was never about Camelot alone.
Now as he dies Merlin prepares him for his next work…
MEET THE AUTHOR:
BRIEF BIO: He says:
An Interview with Sherlock Holmes, Master Detective
A terse description of Sherlock Holmes might be to describe the Great Detective as a man who is as sharp as an eagle, determined, relentless, determined and driven to know the truth.
A longer reveal of the man’s character might be that he is a personality of many talents, a mystery even to himself at times, a mystic and a leader of men. But no matter which of the two ways…or more…that you might chance to design his character through description, none would capture him as accurately as I was fortunate enough to do so in this first of five interviews.
Perhaps my largest regret during this series of interviews was that I had come to it with a bit less expectation of what he was, and a more open mind to his true nobility of character and strength of mind. I have never been struck by any one man or woman before of such a magnitude of fortitude, sense of justice, courage and stamina as this man.
Presented today is a brief interview I was fortunate enough to have with the distinguished gentleman when he came into our world with his good friend Harry Houdini and his present partner Doctor John Watson in search of a predator who was determined to assassinate one of our leading Presidents. Why he would go so far as to interfere in our world’s politics, I hope this short interview might enlighten you as to. As to the adventure itself, that is a tale I am withholding for another time to tell, as it might raise a few eyebrows were I to publish it at this time when the events are still so close at hand.
I apologize for any errors that might appear as I tend to do the transcribing quite late at night so as not to disturb my family. Even though Sherlock at this current time has no family, other than his extended family at Baker Street…his Brotherhood of Baker Street as he refers to them…yet, he takes his friendships and clients with that same deep level of concern and protection that any decent man or woman would that cared.
Because of the nature of the interview and its length, it might be interrupted at times to allow for me to either edit something I previously had more to add to, or to add more information that I remember that was not recorded.
I am entrusting you with a knowledge that once it leaks out into the scientific world is bound to bring about a great deal of scoffing and perhaps even bring to me some infamy not rightly deserved, but in the best interests of history and truth, I felt it only fair to release this information at this present time.
Knowing that such great men as Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson are not only fictional characters, but in actuality, REAL people in a real world…even if not in our own reality…is a breath of fresh air and hope that humanity somewhere, if not our own domain, somewhere is striving to overcome its more shallow nature at times and reach for the heavens of enlightenment and goodwill towards all men. Seeing that all men are treated equally, despite their differences.
Author and Biographer,
March 10th, 2010
A location I am not at liberty to divulge
Mister Holmes is seated with me, his good friend Harry Houdini and Doctor John Watson in a friendly manner of intimate friends. I feel honored that he has included me in his circle of friends, despite our rather brief relationship.
Contrary to many views of him in literature, his nose is not so sharp, nor does he always wear a cape and deerstalker hat. When he travels between worlds, as he has this day, and when he intermingles with the populace of a new land, he assumes the clothing common to that time or place. So were you to bump into him, you might totally miss what you had done.
Today, he sits in an easy chair, right leg crossed over the left, wearing jeans and Nikes. His hat is a baseball hat devoid of team attachment and placed backwards on his head, as is the style these days. He wears a plaid shirt and white tie with a “Global Warming” is real button on its lapel.
He does not smoke his pipe in deference to my own dislike of smoke, but instead chews gum, which he has found to be a charming side aspect of his journey here and a pleasing find.
Doctor Watson does, however, continue to wear a traditional British suit, and carry his black medical bag.
“Always have to be ready.” He assured me before we sat for this interview.
Harry, on the other hand, is quite the visual find. He is a dandy of the first kind, colorful and bright in every way. Had he been born in the Sixties he would have fit right in, but of course in Victorian London he has to squash his more outlandish tastes to accommodate the more proper English ways.
The interview begins at this point:
I spoke. “First of all, I’d like to thank you gentlemen for taking the time to allow this interview.
Sherlock gave me that intimidating look that is somewhere between that of the glance of the piercing gaze of a hawk and a predator about to consume its victim and nodded.
“My pleasure.” He said.
Watson touched the brim of his hat, which he promptly set on the table before us, when he realized he still had it on and then said. “And mine.” Searching the room we sat within his eyes scanning for familiarity he inquired. “And mine; do you have any scones by any chance?”
Harry Houdini, the ever bright optimist of this group of brave men, scanned the room only once, then frowned with a smile mixed into it, that always gives him a sense of seeing beyond the apparent to an invisible realm only visible to the likes of hm. “I’d appreciate it very much if you could guide me to a local magician’s show, I’d like to see more of what your world considers magic.”
I nodded. “I’d love to Harry. It’d be my honor.”
I shuffled my paperwork on my lap, and switched on my cell phone recorder so I wouldn’t miss anything.)
That’s an odd device.
It allows us to communicate with each other.
(Eyes sharpening their glance on the device.)
Resembles something I saw with Wells and Jules several months back.
(Looks at me brightly, his eyes narrowing.)
You wouldn’t happen to know them as well?
Gentlemen, please, I know your time is limited, and I have so many questions that need resolving for my reading audience.
You have my deepest of apologies.
(His and Harry’s eyes still on my cell phone.)
I’ll give you each one of these once the interview is over.
(They applauded in a very gentleman like way with smiles and “Here, heres.”)
First question is for you Doctor Watson.
Surely Sherlock is more interesting than I?
(A very modest man.)
My reading audience is intrigued by your tenacity when following a case with Mister Holmes.
(I looked at Sherlock and he nodded his head, indicating he was okay with the direction I was heading.)
Have you ever found a time when the danger of such missions created a…uh…chance of you harming those you love?
(Watson leaned forward and put his chin between his hands, thinking deeply on what to speak next, then he looked up.)
The one time that comes prominently to my mind was when I and Sherlock…
(Smiles at his friend.)
…were on a special mission to the East India Isles.
Ah, that one. John, you never spoke of that as being a worrisome time for you.
(Watson gives Sherlock an apologetic look.)
I didn’t want to burden you more than you already were.
(Reaching over and warmly pressing Watson’s right knee.)
You will never be a burden to me, Watson. Ever!
(As I watched that brief illumination of the depth of their friendship, I couldn’t help but feel tears touch my eyes. The warmth between these men, despite current literature, is vast and strong.)
I have to admit, Holmes, that it was I who put a damper on that episode.
I knew that if you forced Watson to rush back to the rescue of Mrs. Hudson, you would also be rushing back to your death, as it was a trap for all of us.
We must talk of this further…
(He returns his eagle-eyed gaze back to me.)
…after our interview.
But of course.
We were on the trail of an especially murderous villain, related to the Hollow Man. We had discovered his presence through the help of our good friend, Captain Nemo.
I still can’t get over how all these famous men live in your world at the same time.
Have you not written us that way? How could it be any other then?
(I nodded, again my eyes starting to tear up.)
And yet, despite what I write of you, your lives continue unabated without a single further input from me. Why is that?
I can answer that.
(Everyone looks at him, including me.)
Einstein and Edison have come up with a theory that encompasses the relativity of our two dimensions and all the others that overlap each other and ours.
I’d love to hear it.
(At this point I have to stop because my cell phone has run out of energy and I must renew it. I will return later with further elements of this particular interview once I have transcribed further this remarkable interview.)