Sherlock Holmes is one of the greatest fictional detectives of all time, created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. He has a pipe and a cloak and says "Watson" all the time. River Phoenix played him once. I personally prefer Hercule Poirot.
Rory Emerald is the ex-husband of Susan B. Anthony, Julie Andrews, Elizabeth Taylor, Lucille Ball, Erin Moran (yes, Joanie of Happy Days), Britney Spears, Ricki Lake and myself. He left me to cavort with Smurfette, the little be-otch (I used to wonder why he made me smear myself with blue body paint and wear a little white dress...I thought it was his obsession with Blue Man Group). He also missed his last few parental visits with our twins, Peppermint and Thumbelina. He is a ne'er do well so-and-so, but he's fabulous in the sack. Tell him to call me when you see him. Anyway, I digress, astoundingly, Rory himself played Watson in a 4-hour play he produced himself off Broadway entitled, "Watson, We Hardly Knew You." In this play Holmes (played deftly by Ian Holm, which got quite confusing, the whole Holm/Holmes thing) and Watson are deep into a case when Watson comes out of the closet to profess his undying love for Holmes. He and Holmes share a passionate one-nighter which Holmes refuses to acknowledge after the fact. The story goes on with them solving the case (the man's wife's lover's sister's husband did it) and Watson sinks into a deep depression. Watson gives an astonishingly long 30-minute monologue, a bite of which was, "Oh, Holmes, how I loved your pipe. You smoked it so well. I love you. Holmes, come back to me, old friend. I cannot live without you. I love you, I love you." He continues in this same fashion before overdosing in his hotel room. Holmes finds him and saves him, they make love passionately once more...then Holmes rebuffs him again. It ends with a deeply morose Watson writhing on the floor, screaming about the agony of love. When Rory produced this a few years ago...we were still married. He sank most of our savings into this stinker. Half of the people in the audience walked out during his monologue. I almost joined them. We lost close to a million dollars. I recently found out from his sister that he is now getting ready to produce a new off off Broadway play, Smurfs! The Musical so that his newest babe-at-arms can star. Paul Reubens is set to star as Papa Smurf.
2006-06-22 08:07:31
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answered by Carlito Sway 5
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Sherlock Holmes was a character created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Holmes was a British eccentric, wealthy so he didn't have to work, who loved solving mysteries. He didn't work for the police department, wasn't a detective in the traditional sense of the world, but, in the last chapter of each book (an there were many, many adventures of Sherlock Holmes) he would solve the crime, turning to his side-kick, and remarking, "Elementary, my dear Watson" and then explaining how he had figured it all out.
He still makes amusing reading, although the literature, and the language, is a little dated.
Rory Emerald? Don't know who he is. Try googling him and see what you come up with.
2006-06-22 23:30:23
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answer #2
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answered by old lady 7
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Rory Emerald is a professional hoaxter extraordinaire, and pretty good at it. He is famous for telling everyone that he was Elizabeth Taylor's new high-status man candy, that he was Mia Farrow's personal shopper, and my personal favorite, that he found a prosthetic nose near Michael Jackson's Neverland Ranch. He currently lives in Los Angeles or Beverly Hills, take your pick. He is taking care of Elizabeth Taylor and is best friends with Jodie Foster.
ANAHEIM, Calif. — For a man who spent his summer building a national reputation as a full-time slinger of bull, Rory Emerald is perversely honest.
For example, Emerald, 38, will tell you straight up that his name is fabricated. He was born Julian Lee Hobbs, but changed it to a combination of "Rory," the first name of a dead guy he once knew, and "Emerald," a nickname he went by when he was a younger man and, he swears, his eyes were "greener."
He'll also own up to a few stints in jail, for passing dubious checks and driving a car he didn't, per se, own.
As he sits in his cluttered Anaheim, Calif., apartment, smoking and fidgeting and smoking some more, he'll even admit that, no, he wasn't really Mia Farrow's personal shopper in 1993 or, frankly, ever. This contradicts what he told police that year. Likewise, Emerald now says he was "flat out lying" back in 1990, when he convinced the Associated Press, among others, that he was Elizabeth Taylor's new boy toy.
That particular fiction got Emerald's name on the cover of Star magazine. If you missed it, he'll pull the copy from a file he keeps, and put it in your lap.
But all this honesty just confuses the issue.
Emerald describes himself as a fabricator, a man who's tether to the truth, if not reality itself, is frayed to the point of breaking.
"Hoaxter extraordinaire," Emerald says of his current occupation.
"There are only a few of us out there," he adds, quietly, as if speaking of some mythical hoaxter's union.
"We don't communicate much."
Which may or may not be true.
What is true — what even Emerald himself can't confuse — is that Emerald's inner bologna peddler is on a roll.
Since June, he's published ads in the "found items" area of the classified section in more than a dozen newspapers around the country, claiming to have found different things.
Each found item has been interesting, and many were found in amusing places. Most sparked phone calls to Emerald's apartment. A few generated stories in the local press.
Like many great liars, he starts with a glaze of truth.
He reads up on the towns or cities in which he's placing ads. That way, he says, the places he mentions and the terms he uses are familiar to local readers.
But every item found, every incident described, is fiction. Every word Emerald prints is a flat-out, in-your-face lie.
Still, alleged experts have been fooled.
"It seemed unusual, but not impossible," says Ryan Menard, a reporter with the Patriot Ledger in Quincy, Mass., which published two stories after Emerald ran an ad claiming to find a Hasty Pudding pot, an award given annually by Harvard to somebody show business.
The first story in the Quincy paper was a front page call to whatever celeb might have lost the award. The follow-up ran a day later, also on A-1, informing readers that it was a hoax.
"When we found out the truth, it was pretty frustrating," Menard says.
In North Dakota, Emerald claimed to have found an Elvis tour bus "w/many personal items still inside" behind a ranch house. In San Diego, he found a baby panda "desperately needs mother" near the zoo.
A Sponge Bob Square Pants ice sculpture turned up in a walk-in freezer in Waco, Texas. A few lost Warhol paintings emerged in Buffalo. A kitten with two heads was found in San Francisco; a cat with three eyes in Baltimore.
And, of course, there was the ad that Emerald describes as his "masterpiece" — a prosthetic nose supposedly found in a park near Santa Barbara.
That ran in June, when the Michael Jackson trial was intergalactic news. And it ran near Neverland, Jackson's famously infamous ranch.
Emerald sighs when discussing the aftermath of that ad.
"So many people called. Just ... so many."
Most, he says, laughed. Some cursed. A few laughed and cursed. And many wanted to chat.
"I loved that," Emerald says.
"I felt like there was something profound in what was happening.
"That one; the Michael Jackson ad," he adds, looking directly into a visitor's eyes.
"That's the one that got me started on all this."
Except, of course, that's a lie.
About 15 months ago, a full year before he claimed to find anything in Santa Barbara, Emerald ran an ad in this newspaper claiming to have found a time capsule in San Clemente. A month after that, he ran another ad in this newspaper claiming to find a baby giraffe in Coto de Caza.
"I got a call from a Fish and Game person," he says. "She said if I have a giraffe, it needs to be placed in a place where it can be cared for."
And back in 1991, when Emerald was still getting work as an extra in TV shows and movies, somebody placed very expensive, full-page ads in newspapers in Florida and Washington that ran just one line:
"Who is Rory Emerald?"
Good question.
"I'm an artist," he says. "I sell my art. It's how I make money."
He pulls out some of that art. It's tiny and cluttered.
"I also do Tarot readings, but only part time," he says.
"You know, that just takes a lot out of me. You have to give so much of yourself."
He's not talking about the old, full-page ads, which probably ran up more than $50,000 in unpaid bills.
He's also not inclined to say if his current spate of fake ads generates any revenue stream. None have mentioned money and Emerald says he hasn't asked anybody for anything.
As the interview ends, Emerald walks down the steps of his apartment and into blistering heat. As he stands, sweating slightly, he swears this reporter to confidence about his next set of ads.
"I know you won't tell," he says, finally.
"You're honest."
He's right. He's planning to say he's found some of Einstein's lost papers.
Sherlock Holmes is a fictional detective of the late 19th and early 20th centuries who made his first published appearance in 1887. He was devised by Scottish author and physician Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Holmes is famous for his prowess at using logic and astute observation to solve cases. He is perhaps the most famous fictional detective, and indeed one of the best known and universally recognizable literary characters.
Conan Doyle wrote four novels and fifty-six short stories featuring his creation. Almost all were narrated by Holmes' friend and biographer, Dr. John H. Watson, with the exception of two narrated by Holmes himself and two more written in the third person. The stories first appeared in magazine serialization, notably in The Strand, over a period of forty years. This was a common form of publication at the time: Charles Dickens' works were issued in a similar fashion. The stories cover a period from around 1878 up to 1903, with a final case in 1914.
More actors have portrayed Sherlock Holmes than any other character, and by 1964, according to a report in The Times, the worldwide sales of the stories were running second only to The Bible
2006-06-22 15:10:03
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answer #8
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answered by Anonymous
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