‘Sherlock’ was what pushed me to start reading the short stories – second to the film adaptions – with its critically-acclaimed aspects of superb writing, breath-taking cinematography, and strong dynamic between Sherlock and John, excluding the latest season where all spiralled out of control. ‘A Study in Scarlet’ brings the balance back, reminding of why so many love these stories: passion and dedication that creates a remarkable piece of fiction.
Upon moving into Baker Street, Dr John Watson joins Sherlock Holmes on their first mystery, drawn into the bloody violence and terrifying genius of the criminal mind.
“What you do in this world is a matter of no consequence. The question is what can you make people believe you have done.”
Somewhat different, but not as so it takes away the true essence of character. Sherlock, described as a high-functioning sociopath in the TV adaption, is not exactly what I would label this version. A much more excitable, animated person – which is seen during the series – straight from the first introduction, and presented in an eager way in John Watson’s fascination. It is a refreshing portrayal of a man who I became accustomed to being, in blunt terms, a dick to everyone.
Being the creator, Doyle also keeps the warmth and strength present between Sherlock and John’s relationship, without straying when it comes to figuring out a case. Which I wholeheartedly believe is a relationship with underlying intentions, even within the era it is set in.
Deduction is more or less the same, originating from Doyle’s clever and consistent knowledge of how to read people. Scenes, such as insight into the murderer’s motives, are expanded on in the form of flashback. At one-hundred and eight pages, it feels like little material to sit down and enjoy, but strangely it is the right amount — quick, satisfying, and enough to continue on.
“Where there is no imagination, there is no horror.”
With the awareness this is a concept over a century old, telling becomes a common method to outshine shining, but moments here and there – describing John’s shot nerves, or Sherlock reacting to something – does offer glimpses, which in my opinion, makes this writing ahead of its time. Had I not the awareness, I would not have thought this story was written so long ago.
‘A Study in Scarlet’ is the key opening to the adventures of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, with tribute to the mind, and implications within a relationship that seem purposeful and genuine, making this read all the more impressionable.