The House of Silk by Anthony Horowitz
1890 in London. 212B Baker Street Edmund Carstairs, a fine art dealer, comes to see Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson and asks for their assistance. A weird man in a flat cap is threatening him; he appears to have followed him all the way from America and is a wanted criminal. His home is robbed and his family is threatened in the days that follow. The first murder occurs after that.
The House of Silk by Anthony Horowitz
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A global conspiracy including the thriving criminal underground of Boston, the gaslit alleys of London, opium dens, and much, much more draws Holmes and Watson into it almost reluctantly. As they continue to dig, they start to hear whispers about the House of Silk, a mystifying entity that links the highest echelons of government with the lowest points of criminality. Holmes starts to worry that he has found a plot that could destroy society as we know it.
The House of Silk was written by renowned, #1 New York Times bestselling author Anthony Horowitz, who was chosen by the Arthur Conan Doyle Estate due to his love of all things Sherlock Holmes and his propensity for captivating stories. The House of Silk, a book that is destined to become a classic, reintroduces Sherlock Holmes with all the subtlety, pace, and almost superhuman powers of analysis and deduction that made him the best detective in the world, in a case that depicts events that were too shocking and monstrous to ever be published…until now.
Anthony Horwitz irritates me to no end. He is a wonderful friend who completely drives me crazy because you never know what he will write next. He is incredibly gifted and adaptable. Without even pausing, he moves from the Alex Rider books to Sherlock Holmes to James Bond to a detective story. I have no idea how he does it. Although he is excellent, this is my fave of his.
He made the choice to confront Sherlock Holmes. And you assume it was written by Conan Doyle, which is the highest praise I can pay Anthony. An insane person rushes in and tells Watson and Sherlock Holmes a mystery as they are sitting at their home at night, peacefully enjoying a drink. They don’t believe a word of it, but they go along with it anyway because they have nothing else to do (typical Holmes), and it ends up being a wonderful story. It’s the best thing Horowitz has ever done, in my opinion.
I enjoy how A Study in Scarlet tells the story of how Holmes and Watson met at the beginning of this book. Although it has been a long since I read any Sherlock Holmes tales, I did get the impression while reading this one that it was another tale.
That’s what he got, isn’t it? That was very clever of him to capture it. You begin to believe you are reading Sherlock Holmes around page 30. That requires effort. Despite being a very capable man, he nevertheless annoys me. He should focus on a single topic, then I could buy book after book. I pleaded with him to pen another Sherlock Holmes story. I responded, “What I would do, Anthony, is pretend you purchased this home and, to your shock and surprise, you discovered six manuscripts at the bottom of a drawer bearing Dr. Watson’s signature. And just by releasing them, you’re going to make a fortune now! So Anthony, get to work. But instead of doing that, he continued to write Rider books.
