One of my great friends is tangent-oriented. He read Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde while on a beach in Jamaica and then consumed Robert Louis Stevenson from there, drifting to Treasure Island (yes, more appropriate to the locale) and others, and now is on a serious Victorian kick.
Current faves include Sherlock Holmes. Interestingly, Holmes really is a cocaine addict, which seems most modern, and in A Study in Scarlet, the first novel, is devoid of any interests other than those pertaining to forensic detective work.
What's intersting, if it is, is that these characters and others, like little Alice who goes to Wonderland, seem like someone we know. In truth we do not.
And so I picked up a copy of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, to see what really went on there, as well as a few Dickens tomes just to make sure Oliver Twist is who I thought he was. I am going to dip into Holmes as well, insufferable as he seems, just to get to know him a bit better.
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