Last time I read a Sherlock Holmes book, I wrote a rather stunning review of it. Or at least, a reasonably adequate review of it. Okay, I actually said nothing about it, harped a bit about Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s historically inaccurate take on the Mormons, and gave him two stars.
So this time, I’ve decided to make absolutely sure to actually include some things you might find while reading this book. If you head to your local library and check out a copy of The Sign of the Four, you are bound to find the following, crucial elements of a good detective novel:
- A very fast steamship
- A hole in the ceiling
- Poison darts
- Cliche stereotypes of native Indians and Black Pygmies
- Substance abuse
- A romantic relationship that progresses more quickly than the dating-to-marriage dynamic in a singles’ ward in the heart of Mormon Provo
- A dog named Toby
- A mild-mannered governess, and some near-fainting spells
- Whisky and soda
- A man with a wooden leg (and his accomplice, named Smith)
Well, if I haven’t convinced you yet, I never will. Is this high literature? Did this novel change my life? Has it changed my perspective on world issues at large?
…but it’s fun! ♦