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The Childhood of Sherlock Holmes

The Childhood of Sherlock Holmes



ISBN: 978-1880090794

Dimensions: 8.9 x 6 x 0.7 inches • 352 pages

Price: $24.95

A butler who shared years of employment with the Holmes family draws a   clear portrait of Sherlock as a child. Read about Sherlock’s precocious   and unsettling older brother Mycroft. Revealed at last is the whole   dysfunctional household that shaped the character of the great   detective. We are enabled to interpret Holmes’ personality traits in a  more sympathetic and lucid manner.

The wild and wonderful world of pastiches can be a very repetitive   place. We’ve seen it countless times and are now quite familiar with the   standard drill…relative discovers long lost unpublished manuscript  of  Dr. John Watson. Now the story can finally be told…blah, blah and   most emphatically blah. Once again we end up wading through an author’s   off the mark attempt to give voice to dear old Watson, and once again  we  give up in despair when we discover that yet again we are facing an   author who can’t find their own voice, much less give voice to our old   favorite…shaking our collective heads, we vow to stop reading these   shallow imitations. Then, and only rarely so, we find the one that   stands out as being different, charmingly written and best of   all…interesting!

Mona Morstein’s The Childhood of Sherlock Holmes: The Butler’s  Tale  is one of those rarities (based on the difficulties I had  procuring  this book, I use the word “rarities” advisedly). Yes, there  is a long  lost manuscript…but surprise, it’s not a Watson MS. As a  matter of  fact Watson is barely mentioned at all in this book, and  Holmes? Well,  he’s been reported dead at Reichenbach.  The manuscript  is actually the  work of one Josiah Cobbett, crime reporter for The  Guardian. Cobbett has  set himself the daunting and dangerous task of  documenting the elusive  childhood of the great detective. After  reaching a dead end with both  Watson and brother Mycroft, Cobbett gets  his first break from Wiggins  and heads north to the Yorkshire riding of  Wensleydale. There he  discovers a village bound to silence by a  strange and curious pact.  After some careful legwork in the local pubs  he discovers old Percy  Brewster, who was butler to the Holmeses of  Hillcroft House, and he is  ready to break the pact and tell his tale.  At this point we leave  Cobbett’s quest and instead read the butler’s  story of those remarkable  Holmes boys and their family history.

Mona Morstein has my admiration for actually stitching together a coherent and perfectly acceptable background for the Holmes family that embraces, without contradicting, the scant clues to be found in the Canon. She manages to present a fairly believable back-stories that seek to explain Holmes interest in crime, the violin and chemistry. An attempt, if not wholly convincing, is made to illuminate the formation of Holmes’ later opinions of the fairer sex. We are also given a rather good look at brother Mycroft and the specifics of his relationship with his younger and more outgoing brother. Quite frankly I found the Mycroft elements far more intriguing than the story of young Sherlock. The family story is a tragic but gripping read that is told quite well and utilizes a solidly Victorian vocabulary without seeming too overdone or labored. Full marks are awarded on the readability scale!

The main difficulty I had with the book has to do with the remarkably early development of the Holmes boys. Yes, it is safe to assume that the boys were fast learners and exhibited amazing ability at an early age, but Morstein goes somewhat too far in this direction. There is almost a supernatural feel, particularly to Mycroft’s early abilities that unfortunately just doesn’t ring true. My only other problem has to do with the fully-grown Mycroft and his vast influence and power. While Mycroft has been called “the government” I do find it a bit much to see him exercise his powers for such personal reasons and in such a sinister fashion as presented in this book. Still, it is but a minor point and didn’t destroy the tone of the novel.

In the end, I wasn’t disappointed with The Childhood of Sherlock Holmes. Frankly it stands as the best pastiche I’ve read since The Siam Question and goes one step further for taking on the challenge of exploring what is essentially new ground. Now all I wonder is if/when we can expect Mona Morstein to give us her detailed version of what happened with the youthful Sherlock between the main narrative of the current book and his arrival on the scene in A Study in Scarlet? I, for one, would enjoy reading that story.