Michael Dirda’s On
Conan Doyle might deceptively sound like an academic text of no interest to
the casual reader. When I first heard of it, I immediately passed it over—why would
I want to listen to an academic tell us just how silly the Sherlock Holmes
stories are and how little merit they have as Pure Literature? But, being a
foolish mortal, I didn’t notice that the book came with a subtitle: or, The Whole Art of Storytelling. It
was only after Curt Evans published a review of the book that I decided that,
after all, this was a book worth having. And rather than spend my money on a
Kindle edition, I gave $10 extra and went for a physical copy of the book.
Dirda’s book won the Edgar Award earlier this year in the “Best
Critical/Biographical” category, managing to beat out John Curran’s Agatha Christie’s Murder in the Making.
Although I was rooting for Curran’s excellent book, if any other nominee had to
beat it, I’m glad it was Dirda. On Conan
Doyle is not a dry academic text that dissects the stories we all know and
love. It’s more of a personal reflection by Dirda on his love for Conan Doyle’s
stories.
Really, those are the best parts of the book, where Dirda
describes a younger version of himself frantically bicycling over to the store
for some candy, then coming back home to feast on the sweets and immerse
himself in The Hound of the Baskervilles.
Immediately, something clicked for me: this is what I myself once did! When I
was younger, living in the city of Windsor, I would
bicycle over to the Windsor Public Library’s Central branch about once a week
to immerse myself in their massive book collection. (During the week I would
make regular stops at the South Walkerville branch, which was next door to a
dry cleaners’.) The Central branch also had an enormous selection of tapes (both
video and audio) and CDs (and DVDs were starting to make themselves known).
From the book section I would emerge with Christie, Sayers, Conan Doyle, and
Chesterton—and from the audio section, I would constantly check out tapes of The New Adventures of Sherlock Holmes,
even though I’d heard the radio plays dozens of times.
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But I must admit what I most enjoyed about these books were
the author’s reminiscences. Not just those about Conan Doyle and Sherlock
Holmes, but about the other authors he discovered through the years, which
brought to mind a similar hunt I made when I was looking for another Sherlock
Holmes somewhere. So many suggestions are made for excellent reading, and not
just in the mystery field. I’m absolutely puzzled at where I should start. I’m
very tempted to buy all three volumes of Lord Dunsany’s The Collected Jorkens, for instance— it turns out that Michael
Dirda is just as harmful to my wallet as any mystery blogger.
I also appreciated Dirda’s honesty. He hasn’t read all of
Conan Doyle’s stuff and freely admits it instead of pretending he’s the world’s
foremost authority. The entire book reads a lot like a conversation with a
friend who also loves Conan Doyle: “Have you read these stories yet? What did
you think?” And of course, Dirda also talks about his experience with the Baker
Street Irregulars, a Holmes-devoted organization that includes people from all
walks of life. I could never become a member, since my knowledge of the Canon
is far from what would be required, and so I really appreciated these segments
as well.
Overall, On Conan
Doyle is a delightful book which I heartily recommend. The physical copy is
very attractively put together, and although it’s a slim volume it gives plenty
of reading pleasure. Readers are advised to place their wallets under lock and
key, however… because Dirda will have you reaching for it to order most of the
books mentioned therein!
Mike Dirda is a splendid writer and this is a splendid book.
ReplyDeleteDoug, I agree completely.
DeleteThanks so much for this. I have requested it from the library.
ReplyDeleteNan, I'm glad you liked this. And I hope you enjoy the book! It's a nice, quick read, but it's a pure pleasure.
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