It’s sometimes hard to believe that a devout spiritualist is the mind behind one of the greatest rational brains fiction has ever known. But it’s true. Sherlock Holmes seemed to exist in a world apart from the one Arthur Conan Doyle believed he was living in. In the end, that’s part of what makes the creation of the great detective so remarkable. Conan Doyle was able to step outside of himself to craft another person so real that people still write to 221B Baker Street to ask for Holmes’s help.
But there are still times in which Sherlock Holmes comes close to the world Conan Doyle believed existed, times when the separation of the supernatural and the natural seemed blurred. This collection gathers those stories together.
It all starts with possibly the most well-known Sherlock Holmes adventure: “The Hound of the Baskervilles.” The mystery revolves around a supposed curse on the Baskerville family in which a devil hound comes to bring death upon head of the household. I’ve read it before and, once again, I was struck by the imagery of the moor, so dark and ominous, and how close they all are to living the superstitious life of the caveman whose dwellings still littered the described landscape. This story probably best achieves the slide into the otherworldly, that faint hint that Holmes’s rational domain may not be all that’s out there.
Other stories follow, most of them after Holmes’s “death” at Reichenbach. They include the likes of “The Sussex Vampire” and “The Veiled Lodger.” They mostly follow the horror route, leaning towards the gruesome rather than the supernatural: The disfigured face, the mummified corpse, the severed ear. The worst of it happens to women, making the events, to the Victorian mind, all the more horrific. What villain would stoop this low to do that to an innocent and helpless woman? Sometimes Conan Doyle is so much a part of his time that it’s painful.
While each entertaining in their own right, these other stories could never stack up to “The Hound of the Baskervilles” in quality or in tone. None could achieve the same relationship with the supernatural. But that makes sense if you think about it. After all, despite his own beliefs, Conan Doyle wasn’t a fantasy writer, at least when it came to the ever-rational Sherlock Holmes.