Friday
means Friday’s Forgotten Books hosted by Patti Abbott here. After recently reviewing The
Julius Caesar Murder Case by Wallace Irwin Patrick Ohl is back today with
his thoughts on THE WEST END HORROR by
Nicolas Meyer. Patrick also has the At
The Scene Of the Crime blog here
so go by there after you read the below review….
It is March 1895 in London and Sherlock Holmes receives a strange visitor at 221B Baker Street. It is a peculiar, arrogant Irishman named George Shaw and he comes to consult Holmes about the murder of theatre critic Jonathan McCarthy. Holmes and Watson accept the case and begin to dig around McCarthy’s personal life, discovering that the man was universally despised in the West End. During their investigations, they run across all sorts of potential suspects, including Oscar Wilde, Bram Stoker, and Sir Arthur Sullivan.
But if only the case had ended there – when
another murder occurs, Holmes and Watson discover something absolutely
horrendous is at the centre of this case, a secret so black it could unravel
the very fabric of British society. In fact, that’s why Watson decided to
entitle this case The West End Horror.
After being lost to the world for years, it fell into the hands of Nicholas
Meyer, who had also edited Watson’s The
Seven-Per-Cent Solution. It is unfortunate, then, that this was such a
sub-par outing for both Holmes and Watson.
I highly enjoyed Meyer’s first contribution
to Sherlockiana, The Seven-Per-Cent
Solution, in which he drastically revised the Canon and played all sorts of
games with historical figures, especially Sigmund Freud. It was interesting, it
was something different, it was fresh. Unfortunately, the same adjectives
cannot be applied to The West End Horror:
it’s a conventional pastiche, and that’s that. It’s no better and no worse than
dozens of other pastiches of its kind. Actually, now that I think of it, it
might even be a bit on the worse side.
You see, it boils down to this: Holmes and
Watson are idiots. This was a weakness in The
Seven-Per-Cent Solution, but because of the book’s other delights as a
pastiche, I was able to ignore it. I have no idea if he’s doing it deliberately
or not, but it would seem that Nicholas Meyer is simply unable of springing a
surprise ending on the reader. Long before Holmes tumbles to the solution, it’s
screaming you in the face, especially after the mysterious actions of a police
coroner are brought into the plot. They’re really not all that mysterious, in
fact it’s rather obvious what the motivation behind these actions was. Not only
that, Holmes wastes a lot of time on really obvious red herrings. Simply put,
it’s remarkable how much time it took Holmes to figure it out. This case is
certainly not among his finest hours.
Although historical figures pop up in The West End Horror, their appearances
seem a lot more perfunctory this time around. Half the time we get heavy-handed
irony from the author about events that will occur in the near future, such as
Oscar Wilde’s infamous tiff with the law, or Sullivan’s death, or Bram Stoker’s
authorial efforts. It even steals words attributed to Winston Churchill at one
point, adding in a footnote that this dialogue has been “misattributed” to him
and it was really Holmes who spoke those words. It’s not as charming or as fun
as it all was with Freud, and it doesn’t really add anything new to the Canon.
Overall, I wish I could show more
enthusiasm for this book, but I just didn’t enjoy myself like I’d hoped. After
the high points of The Seven-Per-Cent
Solution, I was expecting something more inventive, more lively, and more
original than this book. At the end of the day this is a safe, conventional
pastiche that risks nothing and adds nothing notable to the Canon. I can with
clear conscience recommend skipping this one.
Patrick Ohl ©2013
The
nineteen-year-old Patrick Ohl continues to plot to take over the world when he
isn’t writing reviews of books he reads on his blog, At the Scene of the Crime.
In his spare time he conducts genetic experiments in his top-secret laboratory,
hoping to create a creature as terrifying as the Giant Rat of Sumatra in a bid
to take over the world. His hobbies include drinking tea and going outside to
do a barbecue in -10°C weather.
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