Surviving as a Writer in the British Empire - Surviving as a Writer in the British Empire chapter 52

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“So, commendations are awarded to citizens Arthur Conan Doyle and Jin Han-sol for the above merits.”

It’s ridiculous.

Arthur Conan Doyle shook his head. The dissatisfied look in his eyes is like that of a truly innocent child.

“If there is a person who has the greatest credit for that case, it is you, not me. I don’t understand how I intervened.”

“No, isn’t it you who revealed all the charges against the culprits in the first place?”

I said with a wry smile.

A few months ago, Arthur Conan Doyle had finished The Baskerville Dog in just a few days in Ashfield, and sent it straight to George Nums.

And Nux’s company made it into a book right away without serializing it in Strand Magazine and published it… As expected, it hit the jackpot.

I know that in the original history, even if it was a feature, it was serialized in a magazine and then published as a book… Is this because the timing that ‘Sherlock Holmes’ is not completely dead? It means that you did not miss the golden time.

‘Praise me, Sherlockians all over the world! I saved Sherlock, I mean!’

No, well… I think I was the cause of his early death, but let’s bury that for now.

In any case, even after deportation, Arthur Conan Doyle stayed in Ashfield for a while.

Thanks to that, I got to know Mr. Miller and the boys, and I was going to celebrate Christmas in 1894 and New Year in 1895…

Detective Hopkins came and said, ‘I want to present a citation at Scotland Yard, so please come up to London.’

anyway.

“The only thing I’ve found out is that Fernsby is up to something.”

“That was important. Didn’t you get a clue as to who I was with the house thanks to that?”

“The person who pulls the thread well is important, or the person who only provides a clue is more important.”

“Sigh, humble. All right, all right. Let’s talk about work.”

It’s work… I nodded and smiled.

“How are you? Wouldn’t it be nice to be using Holmes again?”

“People really. Yes, thanks to you, ＜The Dog of the Baskervilles＞ is selling quite well. I think it’s the best written of ＜Sherlock Holmes＞ I’ve ever written.”

“Come to think of it, what is the description of a lioness? I don’t think it was that big though.”

Does it make sense to say that a wolf and a lioness seem to have mated? The two are of different families, so hybrids are impossible. I don’t know if it’s a lion and a tiger.

But Arthur Conan Doyle was confident.

“Didn’t I say ‘it looked as big as a lioness’? ‘seen’. I don’t know if you beat the monster yourself, but it felt that way to me. I thought so, but what are you going to do?”

Ah yes yes And he didn’t just beat me up, he fainted for a moment…

no, let’s not talk We’ve already talked about it many times, so it would only hurt to say it.

anyway.

“What do you plan to do next?”

“Well, things are going according to plan. Like I said before, I’m laying the double lines one by one.”

Looking at the fact that even now, the second feature with Moriarty as the adversary comes to mind, Arthur Conan Doyle is certainly a born popular novel writer.

Yes, after all Songchungi should eat grass and lions should eat meat.

If you try to eat something that doesn’t suit your body for no reason, you’ll get sick.

“Then, will you set your background in England next time?”

“No, this time I’m going to try borrowing some American material, like ＜Study in Scarlet＞. Hey, have you heard of Pinkerton? Mr. Miller told me about it, and he seemed like it could be used as a material.”

Uh, is that “Valley of Fear” by any chance?

It’s a work that I personally like, but I’m sure Pinkerton isn’t such a good nobleman? At best, they are union destroyers and service thugs.

Come to think of it, real detectives are usually such cases. Holmes is only possible in real novels.

“So I’m thinking of gathering some data through Mr. Miller’s connections. What will you do now?”

“Ah, I have somewhere to go soon.”

“Hmm. Where are you? Can I come too?”

“Uh… I don’t mind if you come, but the teacher may be a bit uncomfortable.”

“No, why me? Where can a model English gentleman like me not go!”

“Is it the Savoy Theater?”

“ah······.”

In an instant, his face softened.

It seems that the memories of ＜Jane Annie and Good Deeds＞ that he did have passed through his head.

That… That operetta (miniature opera) that was so ruined.

Arthur Conan Doyle walked away quietly with his hat covering his face.

After all, black history is black history.

***

“Welcome, Mr. Hanslo Jin! This is the first time I see you.”

“Nice to meet you. Carte.”

Richard Doyle Carte, director of the Savoy Theatre, was a man with an innocent smile like a boy. He is growing a black mustache, which gives him a cheerful atmosphere.

Come to think of it, the contract was only made in writing with Mr. Bentley, so this was the first time I had met the owner of the theater in person.

Carte said with her black eyes shining.

“I heard from Mr. Bentley. He said he was from Josun.”

“yes. if······.”

“Ah, actually, we are also very interested in oriental culture. I don’t know if you’ve heard of it, but I once did an opera called ＜The Mikado＞ among the works that were a box office hit at our theater. It was really good back then…”

Carte muttered as if looking at the past with melancholy eyes.

Hmm, it’s the first opera I’ve heard of, but looking at the reactions, it seems to have gone well.

“Anyway, so if this piece goes well, I’ll try to do an opera based on Eastern culture in the same way for my next piece.”

“Oh, that’s right.”

Well, it’s too blatant, but it’s not bad because it makes me feel cared for.

Come to think of it, I said that the Savoy opera is mainly light plays, so I think there will be less resistance to using the subject matter relatively.

I nodded and said.

“Well, I don’t know too much about it, but I’m happy to advise you if you need help.”

“ha ha ha. When that time comes, please.”

After roughly ice-breaking, I started looking through the list that Richard Doyle Carte had handed over to me.

“For now, most of them are planning to use our Savoy troupe’s exclusive actors. First of all, since it is a work with many female characters, we first cast Leonora Braham, Jesse Bond, and Sybil Gray, the leading stars of our troupe, as actresses, and Duncan Young, Rutland Barrington, and tenor Doward Lely played the role of Peter. I would like to take over.”

I don’t know, I don’t know if it’s listed that way.

In the first place, how much would I know if I knew the name of a theater actor of this era?

In Korea, theatrical productions are all dead, so there is not much basic knowledge. I don’t know if it’s a movie a little later.

So I had no choice but to carefully ask Richard Doyle Carte.

“First of all… are you sure of your skills?”

“of course. Both as a singer and as an actor. Oh, of course there is alcoholism… but aren’t all celebrities like that?”

That, well… It’s not wrong if it’s limited to this era.

It’s an era where there is no broadcasting ethics or anything like that yet.

“But aren’t you too old for the role of Peter? Peter is only a teenager.”

When I checked the age of the actor, he is older than Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. How can such a nobleman get the role of Peter?

When I said that, Richard Carte also nodded as if he was embarrassed.

“But writer, all teenage actors lack skills. Tenor is even more so.”

Well, that’s not a problem either.

Even in the 21st century, the recognition of actors is good and there are many opportunities to reveal this and that talent, so it is said that good child actors can be found… but this era is not like that.

Well, even in modern times, actors in their 40s play middle and high school students…

but.

“I understand that, but since it’s okay to be in your 20s, I think it would be better to use an actor whose face value looks as low as possible.”

“Ugh. If that’s enough…”

No matter how much it is, it’s a little bit like a teenage boy with a shaggy beard… isn’t it?

In the end, my true intention was to write actors who could match the content as much as possible.

Could it be that there is not a genius child actor in this era?

And he nodded his head and granted my request even though he was puzzled as to whether my feelings had been conveyed.

“I will try to find it as soon as possible. I guess I’ll have to do some open auditions as well.”

“I’m sorry, but please.”

“hahahaha, no. As our theater, we are putting our life and death on this project.”

He said he could do anything to bring the collapsed theater back to life, Richard Doyly Carte said with a light in his eyes.

He is also a hot person.

But there’s nothing bad about me. It’s the same with what I just dealt with, and if it becomes a stepping stone for a good performance, there’s nothing better.

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“Well, it’s actually not that hard. When we spread rumors that we would dramatize the author’s work, a lot of donations came in.”

“Ho, donations?”

“yes. Even… hehehe, they came from the Duke of York.”

I couldn’t help but nod my head at the words of the Duke of York.

Duke’s is just a purely roundabout phrase.

Just as the Prince of Wales is synonymous with the British Crown Prince, the Duke of York is a title attached to the British Crown Prince.

Come to think of it, that princess is a fan of mine. I still remember the appearance of the cosplay event at the wedding before.

Mmm, I might actually have to write a tribute piece.

“Then next is the composer… In fact, we held an open call for composers as well.”

“Well, I heard you.”

I couldn’t help but shake my head.

It’s not that it’s not, because I can’t touch the part of the composition that is not the screenplay.

In fact, usually, the company’s exclusive composer would do this, but it is said that the Savoy Theater’s exclusive composer was a man named Arthur Sullivan, who was co-writing the script.

In other words, he is the one who escaped with William Schwink Gilbert, the exclusive screenwriter.

So, it is said that the Savoy Theatre, in addition to selecting a new composer, turned around the open recruitment altogether.

“So, how did it go?”

“As you know, isn’t the European side stronger in opera? So while I was doing it, I also turned to France, Germany, and Austria.”

“That must have cost a lot of money.”

“I was sponsored by the royal family, but I have to do this much.”

Rather, as if he couldn’t fail, Richard Doyle Carte said with courteous burning eyes.

Hagisa, even if he is not the king right now, he is sponsored by someone who might become king someday. If you put on an unsightly operetta, you might have to leave England altogether, let alone fail in business.

It is said that ‘pilsa’ is not a joke.

It’s not me, I’m not dealing with it anyway, so I’m just comfortable expressing my opinion. If the quality goes up thanks to it, it’s welcome.

“So who ran for office? Could it be that no one did it?”

“Well, actually, that’s…”

Uncharacteristically for the man who had lighted up his eyes just a moment ago, Richard Doyley Carte looked away for a while and sparing his words.

What is it, Curious Siri.

That was when I was about to urge him to speak quickly.

“Captain! Is this him!?”

“Richard, are you here already?”

“I heard that writer Hanslo Jin came, but of course I have to come myself!!”

What’s with that cheesy German accent?

I looked at the person who suddenly burst through the door with a blank expression for a moment.

First of all, the impression is quite handsome. It’s a Central European style, so the short eyebrows are a bit flawed, but it’s a similar impression to when I met Churchill and when I met a gold spoon. If it’s roughly common, it’s a common face.

but.

If there’s something special, it’s the eyes.

It’s not on the big side. However, those eyes were looking straight at me with a bright and unstoppable gaze, shining like stars studded with them.

This is the third time I have felt this way.

The first is Lewis Carroll when he wrote The Mathematical Knight, and the second is Arthur Conan Doyle when he writes The Baskerville Dog.

In other words, it was close to the ‘superhuman’ that a person who is aware of a genius talent gives off when he completely throws himself into that talent.

And the superman strode over, took my hand, and shouted.

“Nice to meet you, author! My name is Richard Georg Strauss, who will be in charge of the music for your work. i look forward to!!”

“Candidate. It is not confirmed yet.”

“Ah, don’t be like that! Are you going to send me back to Germany?!”

“······uh.”

Wait, Strauss?