A Sherlock Holmes Novel
Anthony Horowitz
Orion
1 November 2011 / ISBN: 9781409133827
Historical Mystery / 1890 / London
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Reviewed
by Rachel A Hyde
Anthony Horowitz is a name well known to everybody who enjoys a
good mystery on TV. He is responsible for many of the Poirot
and Midsomer Murders scripts, for creating the award-winning
Foyle’s War and various children’s novels.
Now he turns his attention to adult fiction, and has produced a
Sherlock Holmes novel with the full endorsement of the Conan Doyle
Estate. It begins, like many others, with the two detectives sitting
on a cold winter’s night munching tea by a roaring fire. Into
this cozy milieu comes a man with a case. Art dealer Mr Carstairs
tells the pair that he is being stalked by a man with a scarred
face, and so the story begins…
The game’s afoot! It is all in here from sinister stalkers
to mysterious underworld haunts, baffling murders and opium dens
in Limehouse, strange clues and whispered mentions of the house
of silk. It is told, of course, in Dr Watson’s own words,
and the author makes a good fist out of getting the tone right as
well as the relationship between Holmes and Watson, as well as some
very Anne Perry contrasts between high and low life. Mr Horowitz
has also decided that many people know the Holmes stories better
from TV adaptations than the printed word. To aid their understanding,
he has slipped in various descriptive mentions of how the pair met,
Mrs Hudson, Watson’s wife, Lestrade etc, which I think is
a good idea.
As to the story itself, I confess that I did guess virtually all
of it but enjoyed it nonetheless; it truly is just the sort of book
to curl up with in front of a fire on a winter night and would make
an ideal Christmas present. This is quintessential Holmes with pretty
much all the ingredients you would expect to find in one of the
Conan Doyle stories although minus that spark of the truly bizarre
that makes their original writer’s work shine over a hundred
years after it was written.
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