The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
246 pages
Reading this book brought the same joy as watching a great episode of my one of my favorite crime shows (NCIS, Criminal Minds and Fringe). Now, I'm not a devoted student of classical literature, but I imagine that Sherlock Holmes was perhaps one of the first archetypes of what has become the ever-popular detective novels.
I have to say, though, that I enjoyed this book more thoroughly than many modern day crime/detective novels. There is a level of storytelling and character development that many of today's novels seem to treat superficially.
One assumption that I had was that Watson was more of a sidekick than a true contributor to the Sherlock Holmes storyline. Kind of like an Ed McMahon to Johnny Carson - just there for the comic relief. He is an interesting counterpart and a very necessary dichotomy, which is required for us to see and understand the Holmes character. Watson's recounting of Holmes and his unique approach to crime solving very much makes this book. It makes me strongly desire that I could be a fraction as observant and perceptive as Holmes is.
Here are a couple of passages that I particularly enjoyed:
He was still, as ever, deeply attracted by the study of crime, and occupied his immense faculties and extraordinary powers of observation in following out those clues, and clearing up those mysteries which had been abandoned by the official police.
I trust that I am not more dense than my neighbours, but I was always oppressed with a sense of my own stupidity in my dealings with Sherlock Holmes. Here I had heard what he had heard, I had seen what he had seen, and yet from his words it was evident that he saw clearly not only what had happened but what was about to happen, while to me the whole business was still confused and grotesque.