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SCRIPT NOW PUBLISHED SEPTEMBER 2012
The Hound of the Baskervilles
Simon Corble's "terrific" stage adaptation of Conan Doyle's best story is now published by MX publishing. Available for the first time ever in print,
with a foreword by David Stuart Davies. For theatre or open-air performance.
Above: the original production with Found Theatre, 2007, this shot in Peel, IOM
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!"....
"The language seems to live and be real....a wonderful balance between the dramatic and the humour and the eccentricity"
William Travis as Stapleton
One of my most produced works, available as an open-air promenade play and in a version for proscenium arch theatres; it has been produced by Midsommer Actors' (twice) Lancaster Duke's Playhouse (1999) and Found Theatre / Isle of Man Arts Council.
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