A Case in Correspondence: Part Twelve
A series of communications (employing means as varied as re-used post cards and the agony columns of the Times) has come to light between Mary Russell and Other Important People, which will be revealed during the Twenty Weeks of Buzz. It follows the 1992 (not a typo!) tale published last year as MyStory (or, The Case of the Ravening Sherlockians.) The current saga posts in its legible version Wednesdays on Russell’s MySpace blog, then as the original documents Fridays here on Mutterings. To review the story, follow the sequence here.
Many of the messages seem to have been delivered by messenger service or in envelopes since lost—unfortunate for the sake of our research, but perhaps understandable when one considers the momentous gravity of matters at stake.
(I should mention that the full significance of the story will not become clear until one has read The God of the Hive, available in April–although members of the Virtual Book Club are debating it nonetheless…)
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Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Hmm. Five more Fridays until GOTH. Will we know where Holmes is THEN?? April 23rd is St. George’s day — some how fitting, eh? (And Meredith — did she *promise* no “25 weeks of whatever” or did she just smile and nod?)
Dear La Donna,
Err…. What I remember very clearly is that it is 20 Weeks of Buzz (not say, 19 or 22) because Laurie wanted to say a bit about each of the twenty books she has published. ( And I have to say there were some things in her remarks on the books which plum surprised me.) As to the next book *picture me looking nervously around* perhaps we should ask Miss Russell? I have to say I agree with you about the anticipation. Not that I would do someone in to obtain an ARC, but maybe put them in a nice hygienic closet for a while? 😀 best to all//Meredith
Hmmm. Yes. And as I recall there was a very good reason for the 15 weeks of torture before Language of Bees. Maybe the pattern won’t be 15 — 20 — 25. Maybe it will be 15 — 20 — 10 or 15 — 20 — 2.5 or 15 — 20 — none-at-all. I’ll just possess my soul in patience. There being no clean (let alone hygenic) closets in the house. At least the sun is shining. Let the countdown continue.