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As I was riding up tonyish Huron St with its Edwardian behemoths that sell for a million and change, I discovered a Wee Free Library box. Wondering what the Annex provides in the way of cast-off reading, I investigated. Indeed, the books, though few, were a cut above what wanders into the WeeFree across the street. No 1960s physics textbooks or Doonesbury compilations here. (Even so, our WeeFree is better than the three or four others I randomly stop at, in that we rarely descend to chicklit or self-help.) No, Huron St (tonier than St George to the east but not nearly as tony as Madison to the west) has hardcovers by solid authors- no Oprah's picks or Heather's recs. With a ertain amount of foreboding I took out Anthony Burgess' A Dead Man in Deptford, which is about Christopher Marlowe. The language doesn't seem as asinine as Nothing Like the Sun, so I may hope.

(Googling about turns up this masterlist of historical novels, and poking about discovers there's a series of sequels to The Three Musketeers. But I poked further and lost the reference. Googling "musketeers sequel" or variations thereof gets me nowhere.)

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It's been a long time since I read it, but I remember liking A Dead Man in Deptford (The language is good - there's a running bit of black and as it turns out ironic humour in it where Marlowe keeps slapping down one irritating character for being too familiar to him, saying, I am not thou to you. Marlowe seemed more like a 16th century person to me in the book than in some other versions of him I'd read).

Thank you, that's encouraging. Shall get to it in the fullness of time then. Oh, and how I agree on the lack of periodicity in many a Marlowe. Elizabeth Bear, I am looking straight at you.

The sequels are Twenty Years After and The Vicomte of Bragelonne: Ten Years Later. I really should go re-read the entire thing, but I really like Brust's, version and I think that's good enough for me.

Sorry- I meant a series of sequels not written by Dumas but by a 20th (or 21st?) century woman writer. I suppose that's 'further adventures' rather than sequels per se.