Baskervillen koira (1902)

lost heir uses fake ghost hound to drive Baskervilles to death

Después de que sir Charles Baskerville aparezca muerto en extrañas circunstancias, su médico solicitará los servicios de Holmes. Aunque los habitantes del condado creen que el noble ha sido víctima del sabueso infernal que ha hostigado a su linaje generación tras generación, el detective tratará de no permitir que las supercherías enturbien su juicio analítico para desenmascarar al asesino de sir Baskerville.“No es cuestión de lo que sabemos, sino de lo que podemos demostrar.”

My favorite Sherlock Holmes story growing up. I LOVED Sherlock Holmes. Still do. Biggest crush on Basil Rathbone, though I think he was dead by the time I had a crush on him. I still enjoy re-reading this one. ( )

Holmes leaned back in his chair, placed his finger tips together, and closed his eyes, with an air of resignation. Dr Mortimer turned the manuscript to the light and read in a high, cracking voice the following curious, old world narrative:

Of the origin of the Hound of the Baskervilles there have been many statements, yet as I come in a direct line from Hugo Baskerville, and as I had the story from my father, who also had it from his, I have set it down with all belief that it occurred even as is here set forth.

A very, very enjoyable read: definitely the pinnacle (thus far) of the Holmes canon.

Every element fits into its proper place: the isolated location is well described, with many fascinating features such as the Neolithic huts, fatal bogs and rows of yews. Each character is well-drawn, and each has their own mystery which interlocks perfectly with the overarching puzzle. By utilising different aspects of Watson's narrative voice - his diary, his letters, his reminiscences - Conan Doyle is able to shake up his writing formula somewhat, and present us with a mystery in which both Watson and Holmes are used to their respective strengths.

Beyond this, the mystery is multi-faceted and - particularly noteworthy - the novel is about every aspect of the crime, not just the "whodunnit" or how. As a result, even though the revelations are really no more than typical Conan Doyle fare, they are in no way a letdown, because it is only part of a larger canvas.

Seasoned crime readers like myself will probably pick up on the big clue planted very early in the book but, even then, it by no means allows you to solve the crime. The only aspect which might be seen by some as negative is that the book is always happy to pause and consider any minute clue (half a chapter is spent on exactly which newspaper a ransom-style note was cut from). To me, though, this is quintessential Holmes. The traces of romantic characterisation and storytelling linger, but are kept in check by the power of the work overall. As a result, I'm soldiering on with renewed vigour to the sixth of the nine Holmes books. ( )