Goddess Fish Promotions NBtM Blog Tour: Sherlock Holmes And The Remaining Improbable by Susanne M. Dutton

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Goddess Fish Promotions NBtM Blog Tour: Sherlock Holmes And The Remaining Improbable by Susanne M. Dutton

The game is not afoot. The Better-Every-Day world of 1895 is gone, even hard to recall as WWI ends. From his rural cottage, Holmes no longer provokes Scotland Yard’s envy or his landlady’s impatience, but neither is he content with the study of bees. August 1920 finds him filling out entry papers at a nearly defunct psychiatric clinic on the Normandy coast. England’s new Dangerous Drugs Act declares his cocaine use illegal and he aims to quit entirely. Confronted by a question as to his “treatment goal,” Holmes hesitates, aware that his real goal far exceeds the capacity of any clinic. His scribbled response, “no more solutions, but one true resolution,” seems more a vow than a goal to his psychiatrist, Pierre Joubert. The doctor is right. Like a tiny explosion unaccountably shifting a far-reaching landscape, the simple words churn desperate action and interlocking mystery into the lives of Holmes’ friends and enemies both.

Holmes speaks, Watson answers:

“It’s clear, Watson, that you have come to trust this man, never mind your fancy knot work.” He let a hand rest briefly on Joubert’s shoulder, and then snatched it away. “The charade you two gentleman have just now performed causes me to question myself. You are evidently in collusion.”

I said, “We were that obvious?”

“I’m afraid so,” Holmes said. “In fact, when I have time, I will publish a monograph on what I will call ‘body language.’ Today’s performance will serve as a prime example. I watched you usher this Frenchman across the cottage—your hesitation, your caution lest you cause him the least pain, was evident. Your care was exactly as you would grant a lifelong patient going through a complicated procedure. You watched his every backward step, lest he trip. I noted the commiserating tilt of your head—and the lines of concern on your brow. Without a single word, you managed to signal your sympathy. To sum up, between the gun and the man you pointed it at, I detected at least a hundred yards worth of high-grade Watsonian scruple.

Holmes glared down at the top of Joubert’s head. “No doubt the entire Punch and Judy was your conception, Pierre, but you could not hide your concern for Watson, how you sought to assure him that it was all for a worthy purpose. Indeed, I saw you shudder and sweat, but you were in no fear for your life—in no dread of John Watson, at least. I submit to you both, that what I have witnessed just now was more a dance than an arrest.”

What is something you’ve lied about?
So many people lie about their weight on their Driver’s Licenses that Pennsylvania doesn’t bother to ask anymore. If Pennsylvanians could lie about their ages, we’d be under a totally false impression of the population: Pennsylvania, a state burgeoning with young, svelte, people. So I am pleased to report that I’m sorry they no longer ask about weight, as I know longer care. Putting the number down would be a personal break through, except I’d just as likely have to write in, “No idea.”

Who is the last person you hugged?
I last hugged my husband, Tom. As he and I have taken on this Covid 19 challenge together, he’s the only person I’ve hugged for a long time. How strange. I feel grateful and fortunate because I know people who live alone, who have had to give up the gatherings that mean the most to them and the hugs good-bye and goodnight.

What are you reading now?
I am always reading two or three books, avoiding anything that is in the least like what I’m writing. I just finished the fascinating and frightening nonfiction “Hunting Leroux,” by Elaine Shannon, about a dark web mastermind multimillionaire from South Africa and how he was finally arrested. I’ve read all of Virginia writer T.R. Pearson’s books and now I have “Devil’s Up,” about a boy from Virginia who heads into the American west with only a Colt 45 and the family mule, just after the Civil War. Soon I’ll be digging into Frederick Bachman’s “Anxious People.”

How do you come up with the titles to your books?
I try to name some central element in the story in an intriguing way. I wrote about a man with Alzheimer’s who decides to return by himself to his childhood home and called it, “Somewhere Again.” I like honest, “come hither” titles, but they can’t give away too much.

Share your dream cast for your book.
That’s tough, but fun to imagine. I figure it’s not a large cast, so I can spend big. I’m wondering if Idris Elba would play my French psychiatrist who hankers to be a detective, a fun, challenging, and crucial role. Just to be different, Watson could go to Benedict Cumberbatch. Or maybe David Suchet or Toby Jones from The Detectorists. Sherlock Holmes? I regret that Jeremy Brett is long gone. Dominic West? Or perhaps Fate will elect an unknown perfect person.

Susanne Dutton is the one who hid during high school gym, produced an alternative newspaper and exchanged notes in Tolkien’s Elfish language with her few friends. While earning her B.A. in English, she drove a shabby Ford Falcon with a changing array of homemade bumper strips: Art for Art’s Sake, Forgive Us Our Trespasses, Free Bosie from the Scorn of History. Later, her interests in myth and depth psychology led to graduate and postgraduate degrees in counseling.

Nowadays, having outlived her mortgage and her professional counseling life, she aims herself at her desk most days; where she tangles with whatever story she can’t get out of her head. Those stories tend to seat readers within pinching distance of her characters, who, like most of us, slide at times from real life to fantasy and back. A man with Alzheimer’s sets out alone for his childhood home. A girl realizes she’s happier throwing away her meals than eating them. A woman burgles her neighbors in order to stay in the neighborhood.

Born in Des Moines, Iowa, Susanne grew up in the SF Bay Area, has two grown children, and lives with her husband in an old Philadelphia house, built of the stones dug from the ground where it sits.

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