The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes are overshadowed by the event with which they close - the meeting of the great detective and Moriarty, the Napoleon of Crime. Their struggle, seemingly to the death, was to leave many readers desolate at the loss of Holmes, but was also to lead to his immortality as... show more
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes are overshadowed by the event with which they close - the meeting of the great detective and Moriarty, the Napoleon of Crime. Their struggle, seemingly to the death, was to leave many readers desolate at the loss of Holmes, but was also to lead to his immortality as a literary figure.
Publish date: October 28th 1993
Publisher: Oxford University Press, USA
Pages no: 321
Edition language: English
In a way I’m not entirely sure how I should approach this book, particularly since I generally don’t review short story collections as a whole but rather each story on its merits. Mind you, that is probably going to cause a little bit of a problem when I get around to reading the Collected Tales of ...
This was a series of short stories involving the famous, yet turns out flawed, Sherlock Holmes. I enjoyed these stories because they had the trademark Holmes being more clever than the rest of us. However, they also showed a side of Holmes where he was not perfect and did not solve every case. Th...
--Silver Blaze--The Yellow Face--The Stockbroker's Clerk--The 'Gloria Scott'--The Musgrave Ritual--The Reigate Squires--The Crooked Man--The Resident Patient--The Greek Interpreter--The Naval Treaty--The Final Problem
This was a quick read of short stories featuring the classic Sherlock Holmes. The stories were simple and fun to read. I enjoyed the personality and thought-process of Holmes more than the mysteries, but I think it was worth the read.
When I hear the name Sherlock Holmes I don't think of Robert Downey Jr or Benedict Cumberbatch. My Sherlock Holmes is and will forever be Jeremy Brett in the 80's adaptations of Arthur Conan Doyle's books. This explains why reading The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes felt like walking down a memory lan...