By Gordon McAlpine
Although there have been many books and movies created about this famous detective, this one stands out from the rest.
The book begins in Argentina in 1943, where a strange manuscript has been found buried in a horribly-organized library. The librarian who discovers these pages, which he soon sees as a treasure, follows a “dream” and heads to a P.I. for help. You see, after the man discovered this book, he was shot at by a blond assassin.
Now, we go back in time as the pages are read by the P.I. The creator of these words begins to speak, putting this, his final case, into the record books. In his seventies now, he’s been using disguises to assume various identities to stay away from the limelight and let the public believe what was written about him—that he left London behind to live a quiet life. The truth is he’s sitting at St. John’s College, Cambridge, when a man enters his classroom and introduces himself as Arthur Conan Doyle. Doyle claims that a “ghost” came to him during a séance and told him that this man in disguise is actually the great Sherlock Holmes. He proceeds to show Holmes his gunshot wound and tells him an odd story that Sherlock doesn’t buy, and asks Holmes to solve the case.
The writing is fantastic. The character is perfectly written, and the plot is extremely interesting. But what makes this book memorable is how much emotion Holmes offers, especially when he speaks of his now departed partner and best friend, Dr. Watson. It’s even fun to meet Watson’s wife, who he took later in life, who just so happens to be a familiar character to readers and helps Holmes solve this case. To say more would be wrong. Let’s just say that the entire Holmes’ “realm” will be proud.