After having read all (and yes, I do mean all) of Conan-Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes
stories, I have to say that I was hooked. I simply couldn’t get enough of the
adventures of the ‘world’s greatest detective’. So you can probably imagine my
excitement and slight trepidation when I found out that Anthony Horowitz, an
author whose other books I had previously read and enjoyed, had written what
was branded as ‘the new Sherlock Holmes novel’.
That same day I went out and brought the book, admittedly not even
bothering to read the blurb which I knew would just feed my anticipation.
And I wasn’t disappointed. As soon as you read the first
sentence of the prologue, you’re immediately hit by the astounding way that
Horowitz somehow manages to affect the exact same writing style used by
Conan-Doyle in the original novels. Everything is perfect; from the sentence
structures to the use of words that are possibly archaic to today’s standards,
but fit in perfectly with the era of the novel. Reading on, you simply find
yourself captivated, glued to the pages as the mystery unfurls around you,
taking twists and turns as unlikely or improbable as you could get, but all the
while following the inevitable deductions given by Holmes, created as
ingeniously as in the original canon. Even more brilliantly, Horowitz makes
sure that even while our protagonists seem to be deducing seas from drops of
water, we as readers can easily follow the plot, even in places being able to
make deductions of our own without too much mental effort, and without taking
the air of intelligence away from the story.
Although ‘House of Silk’ is perhaps very different from some
of Horowitz’s other novels, namely the adventurous ‘Alex Rider’ series, or even
the ‘Diamond brothers’ collection, it still manages to get across the
brilliance of his writing despite the story being set in a completely different
time period and showing a writing style very different from anything still seen
in the modern day.
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