For most of us who are familiar with Sherlock Holmes, he is as real as a fictional character could ever be. For us fans, Sherlock Holmes is made out of blood and bones just like all of us. That is evidence enough for the masterpiece Sir Conan Doyle had created.
Sherlock Holmes is the world’s only consulting detective. Money and prestige don’t interest him, simply the chance to flex his intellectual muscles and practise his unique method of deduction are enough. Following him through a series of problems, you are able to watch a great mind at work and delve into the criminal world of London. I loved the Sherlock Holmes books and really enjoyed following the various mysteries that Watson and Holmes dealt with through the years. I fancy myself better at reaching the correct conclusion than Dr Watson is, although I am nowhere near as observant as Holmes.
This is a book with 12 investigations of the adventures of Sherlock Holmes. Dr. Watson, his trusted companion, is the narrator of each of these stories. He documents each one through his eyes and his experience. When Holmes exits the picture or when certain characters involved in the case leave his field of vision, we jump forward to when he witnesses some more. This allows us a lot of mystery as we read. We know that its the most accurate version from Watson`s mouth and this is also what pulls us in. He puts in his initial assessment and then his discussion with Holmes who clarifies his route of action most of the time after the fact.
I never thought about this but the image of Sherlock Holmes created by Arthur Conan Doyle is compelling because of this missing detail and because its the opinion formed by Watson himself. The missing parts of where Holmes investigates on his own is where we wonder when he comes back what crazy approach he is going to use next to track down or capture the unknown culprit red handed. It leaves the readers wondering and often times I found myself trying to figure out what the next move was or who the next culprit was. There was maybe 3-4 times that I figured out who was the culprit but I usually would get the twist and details of the actual story wrong.
I liked the range of problems: from the oddly eccentric, with a society for men with bright red hair to the boringly mundane that turned out to be something much more malicious. And with others like a lost hat leading to the case of a stolen jewel, every story of both Holmes’ triumphs and failures was highly entertaining.
Until tomorrow:We do not remember days, we remember moments.