This is my second review/response to SHERLOCK Season 4. It focuses on the second episode, The Lying Detective, loosely based on Doyle’s original short story, The Dying Detective.
It took me a while to formulate this post. You see, I really, really loved the episode, to the point where I think it might be the best SHERLOCK to date – and yet I couldn’t really pin-point why.
It’s an episode about the aftermath of loss. It asks questions like:
Is there a right way to express grief?
Can you go ‘too far’ to achieve a goal?
What does it mean to be a good man?
And lastly, are any of us really ‘good’? And if not, how do we live in light of that?
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I’m aware that most people following this blog are probably not that fascinated by the latest reincarnation of Sir. Arthur Conan Doyle’s famous detective Sherlock Holmes. But I have to admit… I am.
I am absolutely intrigued by how the BBC has managed to bring a 19th century hero into the 21st century – which aspects they have kept, which they have changed. What follows are my thoughts on The Six Thatchers (Season 4, Episode 1). It’s been three years since the last season, and will probably be at least that until the next one, so bear with me?
Even if you have never seen SHERLOCK, thematically the episode is interesting. It asks questions like:
Do all actions have consequences?
What things should you share with your spouse, and which should you tackle alone?
To what extent can you blame someone for a death?
Can the evil in this world be avoided if you try hard enough, love strongly enough? (spoilers: the answer is ‘no’)
It’s Friday, which means sharing something I love. It isn’t easy to share this poem. You see, it’s not very ‘Christian’.
In fact, the narrator seems determined to defy God, refusing salvation and clinging to his own strength and fearlessness. It is a poem that praises humanity and the human condition, and exults it to a status far above any deity that may exist.
And yet, I like it.
A Young Adult romance between two teenagers dying of cancer, John Green’s The Fault in our Stars has received much critical acclaim as well as much criticism in general. Not a huge romance reader, I picked up someone else’s copy of the book and prepared to scoff. I even started skim reading at chapter 2 because I was so sure it wasn’t going to be any good that I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to finish it anyway.