It's so nice to have a free weekend. Old Fogey that I am, I love being at home, especially when the weather's a bit on the wild side as it is in Devon this morning. (That said, it's quite nice to be by the sea in weather like this too: I'm nothing if not contrary.) Today the wind is whistling round the house and Hubby's much prized bamboo at the top of the garden is practically horizontal. 8-S So I plan to light the fire and get stuck into some short stories and possibly try to finish the Daily Mail Super Sudoku which I got into a real mess with last night and ended up rubbing it all out and starting again. My favourites are actually the Telegraph's occasional Killer Sudoku and I'm kind of hoping the intense thinking required will stop my poor brain from getting too addled before I reach sixty. Hubby says that's called 'shutting the stable door after the horse has bolted'...
A book review before I really get into my rambling stride.
Like an idiot I hadn't realised there was a Sherlock Holmes book where the two of them met! I suppose I thought they had known each other since school days or something. Not so. And A Study in Scarlet is the book where it's explained that they took up lodgings together after Watson came home from Afghanistan, and didn't actually know each other previously. It's wonderful how bemused poor Watson is by his unusual house-mate and how he strives to get to the bottom of what it is that Holmes does for a living. When he eventually discovers the answer he then finds himself embroiled in investigating the murder of a man called Drebber from Cleveland, Ohio. Watson is astonished at some of Holmes' methods but, when the case is brought successfully to a conclusion, has to admit that they work. The last third or so of the book deals with the back story of how Drebber came to be murdered and takes place in Utah. It then moves back to London for Holmes to explain how he solved the case.
I don't know why I've never read this before. I wish I had as it explains a lot but it's also a really good read. Not perhaps on a par with The Hound of the Baskervilles but not bad. When the story moved to Utah I thought it might not be as rivetting but in reality it got even better! The tale of skulduggery in the Wild West reminded me a bit of the anthology I've just read by Ambrose Bierce. I wasn't that struck by that so why I liked Conan Doyle's version a lot more I'm not sure. As I said, I'm nothing if not contrary.