Wednesday, July 10, 2013
The hound of the Baskervilles (Arthur Conan Doyle)
So when the services of famed detective Sherlock Holmes are engaged to ensure the safety of Baskerville heir Sir Henry - recently arrived from America - Dr Watson is surprised to find his friend dismissive of the matter. In fact, Watson is dispatched alone to accompany Sir Henry to Baskerville Hall in Devon while Holmes deals with another case.
Yet Watson finds the wild moors are a far cry from the orderly streets of London, and in the cold night a savage and bestial howl may be heard...
Quote: "One great grey bird, a gull or curlew, soared aloft in the blue haven. He and I seemed to be the only living things between the huge arch of the sky and the desert beneath it. The barren scene, the sense of loneliness, and the mystery and urgency of my task all struck a chill into my heart."
Why this book speaks to me: I am still a huge fan of old crime fiction. How I miss the days with no cell phones, where a simple detective had to guess their way out of situations.
I know this has been turned into TV series and movies, but nothing tops a good read leaving it all to the imagination...
There is everything here, the settings of Devonshire, terror, and suspense. What else could I ask for?