Brilliant! is the one word description I would give to
Anthony Horowitz’s House of Silk. The characters came to life through Mr.
Horowitz’s pen; and his descriptions of the life of the privileged, lavish and
indulgent, juxtaposed against the desperation of the poor and the orphaned
provided the perfect setting; all wrapped up in the dirt and fog of a raw
English winter. I was there with Sherlock Holmes and Watson in Victorian
London. But it wasn’t only the weather
that chilled me to the bone. The subject
was so shocking to Watson that he ordered the manuscript not to be published for
100 years. With two very different murders
to investigate the plot is deliciously complex. While some answers seemed
obvious, others took me by surprise.
This mystery was fulfilling on every level. The writing was beautiful,
the descriptions vivid, and the puzzle engaging right to the end. Written as a
reflection by Dr. Watson, some years after the death of Sherlock Holmes, the
characters were completely true to the originals. It’s no wonder that this was
the first Sherlock Holmes novel written by another author to receive the
authorization of the Arthur Conan Doyle Estate.
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