The Sherlockian
By Graham Moore
I’ll be honest, I stop reading Sherlock Holmes fan fiction about ten years ago.
I met Mr. Holmes when I was 13, that was a long, long, long time ago. I met him in his native London. It was my first trip there. I admire him and I still do.
I want everyone to know as I write this review that I am a woman. And as a woman, I am proud that Mr. Holmes has remained a bachelor. Knowing that Mr. Holmes is a bachelor does not bother me. No, I don’t believe he is a homosexual and no I don’t hate homosexuals. What I’m trying to say is that I s why I stopped reading Sherlock Holmes fan fiction. Nobody can stand that the man simply wasn’t interested in being in love on whatever side of the fence our imaginations take us.
The Sherlockian was a gift.
I was prepared for the worst.
Eureka – the thing had nothing to do with Mr. Holmes’s love life. However it had everything to do with a young Sherlockian and Mr. A Conan Doyle.
Joy!
I was having so much fun, I really was. We would jump back and forth from present day to the turn of the 20th century and have so much fun.
Then murder ended up suicide. Can I be frank? That’s a cheat. Come on!
Okay, okay, I still loved the characters and I loved being around Dr. Doyle and Mr. Stoker. Yeah! The Mr. Bram Stoker. Serious business going on too and following the clues was great fun.
Yet and yet. I was disappointed at times. Conan Doyle’s side of the story was great it really was but the 21st century disappoints. I guess that is just the way we are as a society, disappointing. The love affair was predictable (though Sarah’s ex husband was a little mind blower) and I knew the fate of the diary before it happened, I just knew.
So would I recommend the book – yes to a non-aficionado of Sherlock Holmes I would. As a matter of fact it is near the perfect book for those looking to be introduced to Holmes.
Be sure and read the authors run down between fact and fiction at the very end. Fantastic.