So, whilst browsing at the library a couple of weeks ago, Your Humble Blogger picked up two recent books featuring an older, post-Doyle, Sherlock Holmes. One was a well-reviewed new book, borrowed off the new book shelf for only seven days, and one was a typical genre product I had read before and only mildly liked, out for three weeks and infinitely renewable. So, naturally, a week later, I returned Michael Chabon’s The Final Solution to the library unread, having finished in that time Laurie King’s The Moor. I’m so lazy.
Now, it turns out, this summer will see the publication of another Russell/Holmes novel, this one set in San Francisco, where they will meet and work with a certain tall, thin operative for the Pinkertons, with a handy turn of phrase. I am prepared to be cranky about it.
chazak, chazak, v’nitchazek,
-Vardibidian.