Fanfic

"Far away, in a watery vista between the jagged edges of pale bluish houses, which have tottered up from their knees to climb the slope (a cypress indicating the way), the blurred Mount St. George is more than ever remote from its likeness on the picture postcards which since 1910, say (those straw hats, those youthful cabmen), have been courting the tourist from the sorry-go-round of their prop, among amethyst-toothed lumps of rock and the mantelpiece dreams of seashells"--Vladimir Nabokov, "Spring in Fialta"

Time passes.  Sometimes I feel lazy, but other times I feel bored, and one thing I've done about it is to dream up a fanfic. Remember the ending of Hound of the Baskervilles, where Stapleton the killer's footprints led into the bog and disappeared, leading Sherlock Holmes to conclude that he'd drowned?  But  what if Holmes was wrong... 

I started imagining a fanfic sequel in which Stapleton somehow faked his own death.  Later on, when Henry, the heir he tried to kill, married Beryl, the wife he abused, he watched from a safe distance disguised as a hobo. (Or was he a real one?) Years later during the Great War, Beryl was nursing in a military hospital and found her ex on his deathbed... 

At the Short Story Meetup we discussed three stories involving love.  They were Vladimir Nabokov's "Spring in Fialta," Junot Diaz' "The Cheater's Guide to Love" and Kelly Link's "The Great Divorce." (The last one was oddly whimsical, about a living man who'd married a ghost woman and wanted to divorce her.) Nabokov knew how to write colourful long sentences, surely a dying art today.

I've finished watching Dragon Ball GT (which is better if you're a kid who's never watched the first two series) and the Dragon Ball movies.  I'm going to resume One Piece once I get my new glasses and can read subtitles easier, but they still haven't arrived.

I've started reading a history of Reformation Europe for next month's History Meetup.