It’s the darndest thing, but I feel that ever since starting this series of posts and reading all this Holmes, I’ve become a classier person. Really; I’ve been checking out classical music from the library a lot lately and listening to it, I’ve been paying more attention to news and current events, and I’m eagerly waiting for the 2nd installment of the PBS miniseries Queen & Country.
I feel that same sense of classiness about this novel. Although the plot–Holmes and Watson travel to the southern region of Devon and the perpetually foggy Dartmoor to investigate rumors of a giant ghostly dog that’s haunted the aristocratic dynasty of the title at the request of the latest family member to move in–is the stuff of what Louisa May Alcott called “blood-and-thunder stories” and the pulp fiction that would spring up 20-odd years later (Hounds was published in 1901), it’s above that. It conducts itself with a decorum that undercuts the horror but enhances the mystery and Gothic atmosphere. Make no mistake; Stephen King probably looked to this when writing Cujo. Although allegedly, he was so deep into drugs and alcohol that he doesn’t even remember writing that book.
Anyway, this book is recommended.One more note: A good friend of mine, the Internet comics sensation HdE. actually lives in Devon. I shot him a message after finishing this asking if Dartmoor was that scary and he said it really isn’t, but he still wouldn’t be there at night…something to think about, I suppose.
Because I didn’t post this on Wednesday, you’re getting another post today!