Counterpunch

by S. Subramanian

About the Author: S. Subramanian is a retired professor of Economics, and otherwise mainly harmless.

Excerpt

Being an Account of ‘Bull-dog’ Drummond’s Finally Final Round with Carl Petersen

This is what the author would like to call a ‘parodiche’, namely, a pastiche which is also a parody: it is hard to conceive of any imitation of a ‘Bull-dog’ Drummond story which is not also a spoof. So if the story is full of improbabilities, inconsistencies, loose ends, inconsequential rambling, pointless detail, happy violence, jingoism and class bias, it’s useful to remember that what we are dealing with is a ‘Bull-dog’ Drummond tale. It shouldn’t matter, just so long as it’s rattling good nonsense that gives the reader a bit of guilty pleasure …

Chapter One

In which Hugh Drummond prepares for breakfast

Some of England’s most illustrious sons have had their abodes in the environs of Piccadilly, on a stretch of space called Half-Moon Street in the City of Westminster, London. It may be remembered by those with any regard for literature that it was on this street, in the year 1768, that Mr James Boswell, to whom we owe the Life of Dr Johnson, had his lodgings. It will be unquestionably remembered by those with any regard for music that it was also on this street, in the years immediately succeeding the conclusion of the Great War, that Captain Hugh Drummond, to whom his neighbours owed the death of melody, had his lodgings.

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