The Complete Sherlock Holmes: Volume I by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is great fun to read. Other than the three short novels, A Study in Scarlet, The Sign of the Four, and The Hound of the Baskervilles, this first volume is comprised of a collection of Holmes stories (also published under the titles of Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes). I read this large volume over the course of three months or so, reading stories between the run of bad books I’ve unfortunately had this winter. I’ve never been interested in Sherlock Holmes, probably due to his over-exposure. He’s everywhere and thus I felt no need to read the original stories. That changed when I began watching BBC’s excellent Sherlock. I found the character of Sherlock intriguing (to say nothing of my newly-formed Cumberlust) and the relationship between Sherlock and Holmes is complex and funny and intriguing. So I bought this volume at my local Barnes & Noble and I’ve enjoyed it so much. Even the not-so-great stories are fun.
What I enjoy so much about the stories aren’t necessarily the mysteries. I’ve read much more complex and suspenseful mysteries by other authors. I didn’t have the crimes solved before Sherlock did, but I usually had a fairly good idea of what was going on. What I like is the excellent, no-nonsense, crisp writing. The writing is so economical and practical and what long descriptions there are set the mood effectively. I don’t have to read long annoying passages about how the characters feel. Doyle lets the reader figure that out. I like that Sherlock isn’t overly emotional and his intelligent conversation and deductions are enjoyable. His deductive skills are best displayed in The Sign of Four when Sherlock looks at a watch Watson recently inherited and deduces much from it. This scene is also brilliantly adapted by Sherlock for “A Study in Pink” (1.1). In this episode, Watson’s cellphone (which was given to him by his sister) is the modern substitution for the watch, and the scene is just as enjoyable to watch as it is to read (although I think the modern mystery is better).
I like Watson and his bemusement at Sherlock’s deductive powers. He also struggles to understand why a man who is so intelligent in some areas is completely ignorant in others. There is a scene in a Study in Scarlet in which Watson makes a list entitled: “Sherlock Holmes—his limitations.” Sherlock’s knowledge of literature, philosophy and astronomy are summed up thusly: “nil” and his knowledge of politics is “feeble.” This is also when Watson is flabbergasted to learn that Sherlock doesn’t know that the earth goes around the sun: “My surprise reached a climax, however, when I found incidentally that he was ignorant of the Copernican Theory and of the composition of the Solar System. That any civilized human being in this nineteenth century should not be aware that the earth travelled round the sun appeared to me to be such an extraordinary fact that I could hardly realize it” (14). When Watson reproaches him for his ignorance, Sherlock interrupts impatiently: “What the deuce is it to me? You say that we go round the sun. If we went round the moon it would not make a pennyworth of difference to me or to my work” (15). Benedict Cumberbatch, by the way, said this line with such childish irritation and arrogance while flouncing around in his robe; a great interpretation of the complex, mercurial personality that is Sherlock Holmes.
The Sherlock Holmes stories are very evocative of nineteenth century London and I feel as if I am there walking the foggy streets dimly lit by gas lights. The descriptions of the moor in The Hound of the Baskervilles make the story even more creepy and scary: “Our wagonette had topped a rise and in front of us rose the huge expanse of the moor, mottled with gnarled and craggy cairns and tors. A cold wind swept down from it and set us shivering” (615). This was creepy story and I enjoyed it immensely.
What surprised me to learn is that the things Sherlock is most famous for (the cape, the curved pipe and the deerstalker cap) don’t exist in the stories. Sherlock does smoke a pipe, but it’s straight, not curved. An early illustrator of the original stories added these affectations. Sherlock’s famous line, “It’s elementary, Watson” (and variations on that) is said only once in all the stories. What Sherlock most often says is, “You know my methods, Watson,” but apparently that’s too wordy and not as catchy. Also, Professor Moriarty, Sherlock’s genius evil alter-ego, only appears in one story: “The Final Problem.” Since so much is made of him, I thought he would be a repeating character, but he is not. However, he is so clever and evil and so like Sherlock, he makes an impressive and lasting impression.
I would have enjoyed these Sherlock Holmes stories anyway, but my enjoyment was heightened whenever I came across a plot or character habit or dialogue that had been adapted directly into the BBC’s Sherlock. The two mediums together are a special treat. However, when I read the stories, I don’t picture Benedict Cumberbatch as Sherlock. The Sherlock Holmes and John Watson of the stories are similar, but not the same, as the characters in the television show. If you are a fan of the show, you may want to go right to the source and read the stories. I absolutely loved them and look forward to starting volume two and the resurrection of Sherlock in “The Empty House.”