Days after Holmes and his arch-enemy Moriarty fall to their doom at the Reichenbach Falls, Pinkerton agent Frederick Chase arrives in Europe from New York. The death of Moriarty has created a poisonous vacuum which has been swiftly filled by a fiendish new criminal mastermind who has risen to take his place.
Ably assisted by Inspector Athelney Jones of Scotland Yard, a devoted student of Holmes's methods of investigation and deduction, Frederick Chase must forge a path through the darkest corners of the capital to shine light on this shadowy figure, a man much feared but seldom seen, a man determined to engulf London in a tide of murder and menace.
This is Horowitz second attempt at at Sherlock Holmes novel. Sherlock Holmes does not appear (spoilers or whatever you baby). I was not that impressed by his first attempt "The House of Silk". It was okay, the concept made sense since the events in it would have not been publishable in Victorian times. This was em...Holmeless. This is was about Moriety's crew after the events of his death and hapless Detective trying to be Sherlock Holmes with side kick and all.
The twist in this book is some bullshit. One, it should be obvious when you stare at the title long enough. Some people might enjoy the twist, but my policy is that lying to the reader is not a twist. It is bullshit. If you ignore that twist, the plot aright. Just kinda sad.
The writing style is nice. Horowitz can write. I just don't like the plot outcome that much.
Overall, I give this book 2/5 stars for dead servants. It was okay, fine even till the twist. I don't think I would recommend this book to anyone. I got it from the library and I was still annoyed. The idea of book exploring Moriety is great idea, this didn't really do and thus the title was just riding on the popularity of BBC Sherlock's portrayal recently and just general Sherlock Holmes love. I don't know, just read the complete stories of Sherlock Holmes again in Publication order and read the free fanfict online. I recommend J.M. Barrie's crack fic (yes, the writer of Peter Pan wrote a Sherlock Holmes parodies. There's like three and the little shit that he is, he predicted the Sherlock Holmes would rise from the dead. He was also called James...and BBFs with Conon Doyle. Hm...I will not write Crack fanfic about dead writers. I will not.)
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