The House of Silk by Anthony Horowitz, a Sherlock Holmes pastiche. A rather more elegiac tone than most of the canon (excepting "His Last Bow"), as it's written by Watson late in life after Holmes as died and he, Watson, has retired. The novel recalls an incident from 1890 too politically charged to have been published at the time, and Watson has made certain the manuscript will be held from publication for 100 years.
While the mystery includes skullduggery, theft, murder, blackmail and the usual events of a Holmes story, the solution leads to a clandestine operation -- the House of Silk -- that is distressingly plausible and more charged than what Doyle would have been able to deal with. In this case Watson's sometimes seemingly willful naivete is symbolic of the English as a whole.
On the whole, I thought this a successful excursion into Holmsian England. It doesn't really expand on Holmes like Michael Chabon's The Final Solution or try to deconstruct the canon like Michael Dibdin, but it's better than a paint-by-the-numbers story.
Randy M.
While the mystery includes skullduggery, theft, murder, blackmail and the usual events of a Holmes story, the solution leads to a clandestine operation -- the House of Silk -- that is distressingly plausible and more charged than what Doyle would have been able to deal with. In this case Watson's sometimes seemingly willful naivete is symbolic of the English as a whole.
On the whole, I thought this a successful excursion into Holmsian England. It doesn't really expand on Holmes like Michael Chabon's The Final Solution or try to deconstruct the canon like Michael Dibdin, but it's better than a paint-by-the-numbers story.
Randy M.