Fictional Derivations

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Archive for January, 2008

Arcady and Zene Review The Liar’s Diary

Arachne Jericho on Jan 29th 2008

Sebastian Arcady and Phineas Zene (Crime & Violins) review Patry Francis’ The Liar’s Diary.
Arcady: Welcome, Internet, to Spontaneous Derivation’s review of a truly sublime and richly woven novel, The Liar’s Diary.
I’m Sebastian Arcady, violinist, composer, and criminal investigator; and this is Phineas Zene, cellist, devoted friend, and assistant.
Zene: … And hello out there.

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Crime and Violins #6: Relations Most Estranged

Arachne Jericho on Jan 18th 2008

Photography: porkfork6

“I didn’t fucking kill him.”
“No one said that you did, Mr. Zene,” said Chief Inspector Malady Kincaide. “We just find your situation a little suspicious.”
Zene sighed. He never should have accepted the money. They’d found Arcady’s advance on him, and the check was now a hostage in a little plastic bag in someone’s [...]

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Podcast: Arcady and Zene: A Decent Christmas

Arachne Jericho on Jan 18th 2008

Merry Christmas!
This will be Spontaneous Derivation’s second podcast, consisting of only a reading of Arcady and Zene: A Decent Christmas. I still haven’t gotten that better microphone yet; sorry about that.
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Happy Birthday to Mr. Sherlock Holmes

Arachne Jericho on Jan 6th 2008

Born on this day, 1854.
I do wish I could visit the Sherlock Holmes Museum today:

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From a Penguin edition of A Study in Scarlet, a folded slip of paper…

Arachne Jericho on Jan 5th 2008

From a Penguin edition of A Study in Scarlet, a folded slip of paper falls out. It merely wants to pass itself off as a typewritten letter. 08:28 PM January [...]

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Crime and Violins #5: Death by Chandelier

Arachne Jericho on Jan 4th 2008

Photography: Jaako

“How did you find me?” asked Arcady, not turning around. He was gazing over misty Lake Washington, elbows resting on the stonework balcony railing.
Zene leaned on the railing next to him. “One, you wouldn’t go anywhere near your father, so I took the stairs on the opposite side of the room. [...]

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