Happy 170th Birthday Sherlock Holmes!

For Holmes’ birthday, a taste of my new novel, FIVE MILES OF COUNTRY. Watson describes his friend:

Holmes was in truth not as impenetrable as he seemed. He was as malleable as any human man in this time and place could be. And for some reason, he regarded our friendship as a chance to explore those areas he hithertofore denied, disqualified, ignored, or buried in order to breathe into life the gentleman he was meant to be, the Great Detective, Sherlock Holmes. When I met him, he had not completely donned the mantle of his persona. I had access to that young man filled with hope and excitement for his discoveries. At one time, I alone knew the real Sherlock Holmes. The man who ran towards me, a stranger, in Bart’s Chemical Lab with a test tube in his hand, laughing and shouting, his eureka:

“I’ve found it! I’ve found it! I have found a re-agent which is precipitated by haemoglobin, and by nothing else!”1

All over the world his birthday is celebrated. He’s the longest running literary character, and there’s no end in sight. Hundreds of actors have taken on the role, from 1893 to the present. And about a thousand Pastiche authors have been creating new mysteries for Holmes to solve. I am grateful to be one of them.

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