Originally Posted by Kroz
Finished this now. What an ending. Brilliant story.
The House Of Silk - Anthony Horowitz.
His attempt at a Sherlock Holmes novel. It's actually pretty good - very much in Conan-Doyle's style, and the story is really very good.
However, it does feel very much like...well, why did he bother?
Don't get me wrong, I'm glad he did, but just apeing someone's writing style seems rather pointless. Maybe I've misunderstood the idea behind it all...
I can kind of understand it when you have something like Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, where the story was left unfinished and the author explicitly planned on continuing the story right before he died... But yeah, Conan Doyle's been dead for about eighty years now, tried killing the character off once before buckling to publisher's demands and didn't exactly leave a incomplete body of work, so Horowitz doesn't even have that excuse.