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MORE ABOUT THE PLAY ON FOUND THEATRE'S SITE
BBC Radio 4 Kaleidascope, Viv Gardner and Brian Sibley said, reviewing the play:
"Better than being in a film"...."Tremendous!"...."a terrific evening!"
"The language seems to live and be real....a wonderful balance between the dramatic and the humour and the eccentricity"
bakerstreetbeat.blogspot.co.uk/ Dan Andriacco's review of the book- October 2012 - he begins:-
"One would think that it's difficult, if not impossible, to write a dramatic adaptation of a novel that is both creative and faithful to the original.
Difficult it may be, but Simon Corble's adaptation of The Hound of the Baskervilles as a play proves that it is not impossible in the hands of a skilled dramatist."
A Short Extract from Scene One
Watson: Good Grief, Holmes! Where on earth have you landed us now?
HOLMES TAKES WATSONS STICK AND SLAMS IT AGAINST THE MAP OF DEVON ON THE BACKCLOTH.
Holmes: Baskerville Moor, Watson; there it lies. There is the hall and within a radius of five miles only a few scattered dwellings - ah, and fourteen miles away, the great convict prison of Princeton. Between and around these points of humanity, extends the desolate, lifeless moor.
Watson: It must be a wild place.
Holmes: The setting is a worthy one. If the Devil did desire to have a hand in the affairs of men...
Watson: Oh come now Holmes, surely you aren't falling for this supernatural hogwash?
Holmes: The Devil's agents may be of flesh and blood, may they not?
Watson: But why not write the whole thing off as vulgar superstition?
Holmes: The facts, dear Watson, the elementary facts! Why should a man walk down his own garden path...upon his toes?
Watson: I must say, I found that rather puzzling.
Holmes: He was running, Watson; running for his life; running until his heart burst.
Watson: Running from what?
Holmes: There lies our problem. There again, for whom was Sir Charles waiting that night; and why at his garden gate, given his fear of the moor?
It’s an ugly business, Watson; an ugly dangerous business. Keep your revolver by you night and day; do not let Sir Henry out of your sight and above all; do not go out on the moor at night when the powers of darkness are exalted.
I only wish I could be there myself. Still you know my methods - I can trust you to apply them and keep me informed with daily correspondence. I wonder if we might persuade our friend Murphy to scout ahead for us? - perhaps at the station cafe, over an Irish coffee?
HOLMES AND WATSON ESCORT MURPHY INTO THE WINGS
[END of extract.]
Below: Mrs Barrymore in a trance, Peel 2007