November Reading: The Memoirs Of Sherlock Holmes

I decided to revisit this ever so clever series to break from another book I was reading. Refreshing and witty, Sir Doyle continues to amaze me. The ending is sad, which is surprising the first time through. I read the collected works in middle school, so all this is a repeat.

My take: so clever and cunning, with dashes of brilliance to take the edge off. Then he dies. (oops, spoiler alert!)


January Reading: Sherlock Holmes

I read a bunch of Sherlock Holmes books. I thought I’d give you my impression of the whole series. The books I’ve read so far are…

  1. A Study in Scarlet, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
  2. The Sign of the Four, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
  3. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
  4. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Full disclosure: I’m not entirely finished with Memoirs. So much Sherlock at once can become overwhelming. So I’m taking a break and who knows how long it will last.

Doyle writes like a Brit.

I love how the language style is so eloquent and sophisticated, much unlike the American English dribble. See? Even that sounded cooler than, say, this sentence. English can be so fantastic.

It isn’t like the movie.

Sherlock has flaws. He isn’t friendly. He’s a cocaine addict. And while exceptionally strong, he generally doesn’t deal with events as they unfold, but rather after everything is finished. I love the dimension it adds that he can be such a thinker, in love with the purest form of logic, but still be so deeply colored by his own quirky personality.

It’s worth reading at least a few stories.

Most of the books are collections of short cases (which I found more engaging), and others are longer accounts of longer stories. The clever solutions to seemingly insolvable problems are what draws you along. After a while it can start to drag, but reading one of the collections would be well worth the investment.