Dust and Shadow: An Account of the Ripper Killings by Dr. John H. Watson

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• Sherlock Holmes is one of literature’s most beloved characters: Ever since Sir Arthur Conan Doyle created the character of detective Sherlock Holmes, fans have clamored for more. Numerous authors have taken up the task of keeping Holmes alive, but few have successfully delivered as faithful an offshoot as Lyndsay Faye. In Dust and Shadow, she brings an unveiled authenticity to the legendary hero..

• A thoroughly gripping, old-fashioned investigator: Penned as a pastiche by the...

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• Sherlock Holmes is one of literature’s most beloved characters: Ever since Sir Arthur Conan Doyle created the character of detective Sherlock Holmes, fans have clamored for more. Numerous authors have taken up the task of keeping Holmes alive, but few have successfully delivered as faithful an offshoot as Lyndsay Faye. In Dust and Shadow, she brings an unveiled authenticity to the legendary hero..

• A thoroughly gripping, old-fashioned investigator: Penned as a pastiche by the loyal and courageous Dr. Watson, Dust and Shadow tells the harrowing story of Sherlock Holmes’s attempt to hunt down Jack the Ripper on the gritty streets of late nineteenth-century London. Brimming with impeccable historical detail, this astonishing debut novel explores the fiterrifying prospect of tracking a serial killer without the advantage of modern forensics and profiling. A tour-de-force, this promising debut signals the arrival of a tremendous talent in mystery and historical fiction..

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"At long last, an author of rare talent combines a thorough, enthusiastic knowledge of the Sherlock Holmes canon with truly rigorous research into, and respect for, what remains one of the greatest and most horrifying unsolved murder cases in modern history: the Jack the Ripper killings. Where others have failed, Lyndsay Faye's extremely impressive debut novel succeeds, on every level, providing thrilling entertainment without blatant exploitation. It will instantly take a place of distinction among the best attempts of contemporary authors to continue the work of Arthur Conan Doyle, and is, quite simply, a must for Holmes fans and Ripperologists alike." — Caleb Carr, author of The Alienist and Killing Time

"Lyndsay Faye's depiction of Sherlock Holmes, Dr. Watson, and their world is exceptional in Dust and Shadow, an exciting and grimly vivid tale that confronts the murderous Jack the Ripper with A. Conan Doyle's immortal detective better than ever before." — The Conan Doyle Estate

"Dust and Shadow is fast-moving fun. Lyndsay Faye has done a great job of combining the romance of Sherlock Holmes's London with the menace of Jack the Ripper." — Phillip Margolin, author of Executive Privilege and Proof Positive

"Lyndsay Faye has crafted an elegant, suspenseful thriller that feels right at home on Baker Street. Sherlock Holmes is in good hands." — Daniel Stashower, author of The Beautiful Cigar Girl

"A well-written and atmospheric adventure, Lyndsay Faye's excellent tale of the Victorian period and the clash of arch-foes Jack the Ripper and Sherlock Holmes makes for exciting reading. Journey back in time to the gas-lit London of the 1880s in search of the Whitechapel murderer. Come — the game is afoot!" — Stewart P. Evans, author of Jack the Ripper: Letters from Hell with Keith Skinner

"Lyndsay Faye's Dust and Shadow is a rare gem: A never-told story about Sherlock Holmes that rings true! The voices are near-perfect, her research impeccable — all in all, a feast for fans of the Great Detective and the Good Doctor and for those thrilled by the hunt for Jack the Ripper!" — Leslie S. Klinger, editor of The New Annotated Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Leslie Klinger and John le Carre

"Sherlock Holmes is Jack the Ripper's mortal enemy, and never more so than in Lyndsay Faye's Dust and Shadow. This first novel has bags of atmosphere. With a great deal of skill, the fictional Holmes and Watson are carefully woven into the weft and woof of the true-life Ripper story." — Donald Rumbelow, author of Jack the Ripper: Scotland Yard Investigates with Stewart P. Evans

"Any fan of Sherlock Holmes has at some point wished Conan Doyle had set the brilliant detective's singular mind against his most notorious real-life contemporary, Jack the Ripper. Lyndsay Faye finally makes that wish a reality. Dust and Shadow reads with authenticity and flavor — as if Faye had been alongside Holmes and Watson witnessing their greatest challenge — giving us a novel that Holmes fans, Ripper-case aficionados and all lovers of great stories will relish." — Matthew Pearl, author of The Dante Club and The Last Dickens

Publishers Weekly

Following in the footsteps of such crime writers as Ellery Queen and Michael Dibdin, Faye pits Sherlock Holmes against Jack the Ripper in her impressive if flawed debut. In the autumn of 1888, the savage slaughter of two prostitutes in London's East End piques Holmes's curiosity. Inspector Lestrade, no fool in Faye's rendering, calls on the unconventional sleuth for help. As the killer continues to claim more victims, the Baker Street duo spare no effort to bring the Ripper to justice. Meanwhile, a disreputable journalist accuses Holmes of being the Ripper. The author uses a convincing Watsonian voice to present versions of Holmes and his chronicler faithful to the originals. While the paucity of suspects makes guessing the killer's identity too easy and the motive for the crimes is less than convincing, Sherlockians will hope to see further pastiches of this quality from Faye. (Apr.)

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Library Journal

Debut novelist Faye takes on the ambitious task of creating a new Sherlock Holmes story focused on his investigation of the notorious Jack the Ripper murders. Holmes's rather academic look at the brutal death of Martha Tabram turns personal when he himself is stabbed by the murderer. Then vituperative newspaper articles point to Holmes as the perpetrator, putting him on the defensive. New allies, such as the feisty Mary Ann Monk, go undercover to ferret out the truth. Writing effectively in Watson's voice, Faye is faithful to both the Holmes oeuvre and the Ripper case, and she successfully evokes 1880s London. The secondary characters are interesting and believable, but Faye's answer to the identity of Jack the Ripper is less compelling. Given the enduring popularity of Sherlock Holmes and the quality of the prose, this title is strongly recommended for public libraries.
—Laurel Bliss

Kirkus Reviews
Once more Sherlock Holmes pursues Jack the Ripper. Looking back nearly 50 years, Dr. John Watson recalls the events of 1888, when a brutal murder in Whitechapel gripped London and began a reign of terror. The grisly discovery of a second female victim, slain with equal violence in a disreputable district, awakens Holmes's special interest. At first Inspector Lestrade is grateful for the insights of the master sleuth. Scarcely has Holmes begun questioning the family of the victims when more young women are found murdered. The perpetrator, whom the press dubs "Jack the Ripper," begins to send Holmes letters full of taunting braggadocio and threats. To the consternation of Lestrade, Holmes enlists a covert operative in the person of Mary Ann Monk, who identified the second victim, her friend Polly Nichols, and is anxious to improve her station in life. At great personal risk, she remains in the city's tenderloin, gathering information. As the number of victims grows, Holmes and Watson follow leads all over the city and the case takes an emotional toll on Lestrade. Bizarre twists follow: Holmes disappears for a while and, after he is gravely wounded during an encounter with the Ripper, the killer goes on hiatus, leading an investigative journalist named Dunlevy to speculate that Holmes himself might be the killer. Faye's debut novel faithfully captures period flavor, though a lighter touch would have been welcome at times. Her greater achievement is using the Ripper case to present a more complex portrait of Holmes and his world. Agent: Daniel Lazar/Writers House
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  • ISBN-13: 9781416583318
  • Publisher: Simon & Schuster
  • Publication date: 12/1/2009
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 112,427
  • Product dimensions: 8.40 (w) x 5.56 (h) x 0.80 (d)

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Lyndsay Faye is a writer and actress who lives in New York with her husband and cat.

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Chapter One
Two Crimes

It has been argued by those who have so far flattered my attempts to chronicle the life and career of Mr. Sherlock Holmesas to approach them in a scholarly manner that I have often been remiss in the arena of precise chronology. While nodding to kindly meant excuses made for me in regards to hasty handwriting or careless literary agents, I must begin by confessing that my errors, however egregious, were entirely intentional. Holmes' s insistence, not to mention my own natural discretion, often prevented me from maintaining that exactitude so highly prized in a biographer; I have been forced to change the dates of marginal cases to disguise great ones, alter names and circumstances, all the while diligently preserving the core truth of the events, without which there would have been no object in writing anything at all. In this instance, however, any obfuscation would be absurd, as the facts are known not only to the people of London but to the world. I shall therefore set down the entire truth, as it happened to Holmesand to myself, omitting nothing that pertains to the most harrowing series of crimes my illustrious friend and I were ever called upon to solve.

The year of 1888 had already proven significant for Mr. Sherlock Holmes, for it was in that twelvemonth that he performed valuable services for one of the reigning houses of Europe and continued forestalling the activities of Professor James Moriarty, whose hold over London's underworld grew ever more apparent to my friend. Several highly publicized investigations that year displayed Holmes' s remarkable skills to the public, including the appalling affair of the faulty oil lamp, and the matter of Mrs. Victoria Mendosa's mysteriously vanishing thimble and its consequences. My friend's talents, which had once languished in obscure specialism, in that year flamed into the most gratifying notoriety.

Despite the busyness that accompanied Holmes's ever-increasing reputation for omniscience, we found ourselves at home on that evening in early August, the day after Bank Holiday, Holmesperforming chemical analyses of an American snake venom which had recently proven itself a nearly untraceable poison, and I engaged in a perusal of the day's papers. To my delight, the skies above the buildings burned with that most elusive of all elements, the London sun, and a brisk breeze fluttered about the windows (one of which I'd opened as a safeguard against Holmes' s chemical efforts), when an item in the late edition of the Star caught my eye.

"I cannot begin to understand," I said to no one in particular, "what could drive a murderer to such total desecration of the human body."

Holmes, without looking up from his work, remarked, "An argument could be made that the ultimate desecration of the human body is to end its earthly usefulness, which would imply that all murderers share equally that specific charge."

"This is rather beyond the pale. It states here that some poor woman, as yet unidentified, was found stabbed to death in Whitechapel."

"A deplorable, though hardly baffling occurrence. I imagine that she worked the area for food, drink, and daily shelter. Such pitiable unfortunates are particularly likely to inspire crimes of passion in the men with whom they associate."

"She was stabbed twenty times, Holmes."

"And your unassailable medical assessment is that once would have been enough."

"Well, yes," I faltered. "Apparently the villain continued to slash at her long after she was dead, or so the pattern of blood indicates."

The detective smiled. "You are a gentleman of the most sympathetic character, my dear Watson. While you would possibly — for I have seen you do it — condone a crime of passion committed in the throes of despair or of vengeance, you can see nothing permissible about such morbid abuse."

"I suppose that expresses it."

"I confess I cannot imagine myself in such a rage as to batter my victim beyond all sense either," he admitted. "Is there anything further?"

"The police know nothing yet."

Holmes sighed and pushed aside his scientific materials. "Would you and I had the power to make all of London safe, my good man, but for the moment, let us leave our musings upon the depths to which our fellow citizens can sink and instead explore whether or not we have time to make a seven-thirty curtain for Brahms's Symphony No. 4 in E Minor at the Royal Albert Hall. My attention was directed to the second-chair cellist by my brother Mycroft, and I should be grateful for your company while I observe the gentleman in his natural habitat."

It took Sherlock Holmesexactly five days to complete the affair of the second cellist, and once concluded, my friend had the thanks of the premier branches of the British government, of which his brother Mycroft was a pivotal member. My own knowledge of Mycroft Holmes' s exalted occupation was at that time a closely kept secret, for he occasionally engaged his brother upon nationally vital inquiries about which neither Sherlock Holmes nor I ought to have had the slightest inkling. I regret to say, however, that when nothing but the most pedestrian of wrongdoing took place in the following weeks, my friend lapsed into that melancholy torpor which made my own life, not to mention that of our landlady, Mrs. Hudson, taxing in the extreme. Holmesever maintained the opinion that we should abandon him entirely when such a fit was upon him, but as a medical man, I dreaded the sight of his tiny, impeccably kept hypodermic syringe and that momentous stop at the chemist's which promised that my friend would commence to ruin himself for a matter of days or weeks if I did not take any steps to circumvent him. In vain I scanned the papers, and in vain I attempted to convince Holmesthat a woman ought not to be stabbed so very many times, Whitechapel or no. At length I found myself longing, fleetingly and against the dictates of my conscience, for the advent of some sensational misfortune.

I rose early that fateful Saturday, the morning of September the first, and as I sat smoking a pipe after breakfast, Holmes strode into the sitting room, fully dressed and in the process of reading the Daily News. The warmth of his pale complexion announced he had been out, and I noted with relief that his keen gaze betrayed no glimmer of the drug I had come to despise. His chiseled brow furrowed in concentration, he laid the open paper on our dining table and within moments had opened seven or eight other editions to which we subscribed, quickly locating the same story in each and then draping the paper over an article of furniture.

"Good morning, Holmes," I remarked, just as our sitting room seemed in danger of disappearing under the crackling storm of newsprint.

"I've been out," he replied.

"Yes," I returned dryly.

"I hope you have already broken your fast this morning, Watson."

"Whatever do you mean?"

"It appears that the defilement of corpses is a growing industry in Whitechapel. They've found another one, my dear fellow. Abdomen apparently slashed after she was murdered."

"What was the cause of death, then?"

"Her neck was nearly severed."

"Good heavens. Where was she found?"

"In Buck's Row, it seems, which arrested my interest immediately. I imagined the other matter a bizarre aberration, but here is another on its heels."

"The first was bad enough."

"That girl's name was Martha Tabram, and the early report had it wrong: she was stabbed a grand total of thirty-nine times," he stated dispassionately. "Yesterday morning's victim, whose name was apparently Mary Ann Nichols, by all accounts was partially eviscerated."

"Dare I hope you shall look into the matter?" I asked.

"It is hardly within my purview to do so when no one has consul — "

At that moment, Mrs. Hudson entered and surveyed our newly adorned furnishings with silent cynicism. Our landlady was not in the best of spirits, for Holmes in his devil-may-care humour had used the berry spoon to dissolve chemical elements over his burner, and the disagreement this activity had caused had not yet resolved itself to her satisfaction.

"Gentlemen to see you," she said from the doorway. "Inspector Lestrade and one other. Will you be requiring aught from my cupboards, Mr. Holmes, or have you everything you need?"

"Ha!" Holmes exclaimed. "Lestrade occasionally evinces the most impeccable timing. Indeed no, Mrs. Hudson, I've sufficient cutlery for my purposes. I shall ring if I want anything in the way of a pickle fork. Do show up the inspector, if you will."

With studied dignity, Mrs. Hudson exited. A few moments later Inspector Lestrade and an associate entered the room. Holmesoften had occasion to bemoan the intellect of our hatchet-visaged friend, the lean and dapper little inspector, but Lestrade's diligence commanded our respect even when his utter lack of imagination strained the independent investigator's nerves. On this occasion, Lestrade looked as rumpled and anxious as I had ever seen him. His companion was dressed in dark tweeds, his beard modestly trimmed beneath a more impressive moustache; he had a pale, retiring aspect, and his eyes darted shyly between Holmesand myself.

My friend took them in at a glance. "How are you, Lestrade? We should be delighted to offer you both coffee, or something stronger if required. I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Doctor...?"

"Llewellyn. At your service, sir," our visitor replied with evident disquiet.

"Dr. Llewellyn, I assure you I am at yours. You will excuse my use of your prefix — you have recently sustained some slight injury to your right hand, and the way in which the dressing is fastened leads me to believe it was secured entirely by the aid of your own left appendage. And yet, the cloth is not of a variety to be found outside a medical facility. I should be shocked to learn our local surgeons have grown so slovenly as to require a gentleman to secure his own bandages."

"You are correct on all counts, sir — how very extraordinary."

Holmes nodded briefly. "This is my friend and colleague Dr. Watson."

"I am glad to meet you. I am glad to meet anyone willing to get to the bottom of this horrid affair."

Holmes waved Lestrade and our nervous new acquaintance to their seats, the backs of the furnishings still entirely wreathed with newsprint. My friend then threw himself into his own armchair.

"You are here about Buck's Row, I imagine," he remarked. "You were knocked up yesterday, Dr. Llewellyn?"

"My surgery is at one fifty-two Whitechapel Road, some few minutes' distance," he acknowledged. "I was summoned at slightly before four yesterday morning. I completed a postmortem examination just now."

"One moment, if you please. Lestrade, while I am delighted to see you, as ever, why in God's name have you waited an entire day to consult me?"

"I've only just been reassigned two hours ago!" Lestrade protested. "Inspector Spratling began it, then Helson. I wasted no time in bringing Dr. Llewellyn round."

"My abject apologies, Inspector." Holmessmiled. "Your haste was not lax; it was unprecedented."

"No more unprecedented than the corpse. If you had seen what I did at the morgue this morning, what Dr. Llewellyn here saw yesterday..." Lestrade shook his head. "Your methods may be unconventional, but we need an end to this case as quick as is possible. There's something about it that's very queer, Mr. Holmes, and correct me if I've the wrong end of the stick, but that's where you tend to come in."

Holmes settled back in his chair, half closing his eyes. "Very well, then. The story, as it happened to you, Dr. Llewellyn."

"Well, Mr. Holmes," Dr. Llewellyn began hesitantly, "as I have said, I hold a medical practice in Whitechapel Road which I obtained after I finished my studies at the University of London. That main thoroughfare is quite respectable, and to a great extent, the same ailments parade across my consulting room from day to day — influenza, rheumatism, agues — the most peaceful of maladies. However, living in London's East-end as I do, I occasionally find my work to be of a more unsettling nature. A regular patient of mine once burst into my offices with a nasty knife wound, as he'd forgotten himself and wandered into a corner where some roughs thought his pocketbook worth trying for. I suppose that the immediate proximity of the slums would be all too obvious if I ever had cause to treat any of my poorest neighbours, but I fear they haven't the means. In the case of disease, they consult quack street doctors for penny compendia of gin or of laudanum. And in the case of injury, as their wounds were often got through misadventure, many deem it safer to suffer in anonymity than to risk dealing with police.

"That terrible murder in George Yard Buildings three weeks ago left a strong impression on my mind. We all were shocked by the ferocity of it. I cannot convey to you my horror at what I was called upon to witness yesterday."

Holmes held up a cautionary hand. "Please," said he, "everything just as you saw it."

"Buck's Row is one of those sordid pitch-black byways of which Whitechapel boasts so many once the main road is abandoned. The body was situated at the entrance to a stable yard beneath a decrepit gateway. I saw nothing out of the ordinary save the body, but the inspector may have more to say on that subject."

"I wish I did," sighed Lestrade. "As you say, the body was the only thing out of the ordinary, as it were."

"And the body?" prompted Holmes.

"Something over thirty years of age," said Dr. Llewellyn, mopping his brow with a handkerchief. "She had brown hair and was missing several of her front teeth, but that characteristic did not seem to be a recent development. Nearly all of her was still warm, save her extremities. Her throat was savagely slashed two times. She may as well have been decapitated. Apart from her throat, I found her upper body to be completely intact, but the lower — she was ripped apart, Mr. Holmes. Her skirts were raised up to reveal the torso, and savage cuts penetrated her lower abdomen, exposing the internal organs."

I regarded the doctor with dismay, but for Holmes, shock remained secondary to professional absorption. "Her chest was unharmed, you say? Surely her garments, at least, were soiled with blood?"

"She was wearing a brown frock, and I assure you it was entirely free of stain."

"If that is the case, she was prostrate before the wound to her neck was administered. Where is she now, Lestrade?"

"At the morgue. Name of Mary Ann 'Polly' Nichols, identified by a friend from Lambeth Workhouse who calls herself Mary Ann Monk. Mark of the workhouse was on the petticoats, which led us to seek identification there. Shabby clothing, black bonnet, and she had on her person a comb, pocket handkerchief, and a piece of mirror. Morethan likely it's all she had to her name."

"What do you imagine the time of death to have been, Dr. Llewellyn?"

"I arrived at three fifty a.m. She could not have been dead more than ten minutes."

"And the gruesome discovery was made by whom?"

"One Charles Cross, a carman on his way to work," said Lestrade as he consulted his notes. "In my opinion, he's merely a passerby. Poor chap was terrified. Constable Neil arrived on the scene shortly after and sent for Dr. Llewellyn here, hoping to save her. It was too late by that time, of course."

We sat silent as the wind picked up. I wondered briefly whether Polly Nichols's family knew of her hideous fate, and then whether she had any family to tell.

"Lestrade," Holmessaid finally, "has the force had any luck in clearing up the murder of Martha Tabram early this month?"

Lestrade shook his head perplexedly. "The inquest has just been reopened. I was not myself working on the case, but we're all of the mind it was a tryst gone terribly wrong. Good Lord, Mr. Holmes, you don't think these events could have been connected in any way?"

"No, certainly not. I've merely the professional certainty that two such outrageous crimes committed ten minutes' walk apart from each other is remarkable enough to note."

Dr. Llewellyn rose and reached for his hat. "I am very sorry I have not more to tell you gentlemen. I'm afraid I must return to my practice, as my patients will be wondering what has become of me."

"Be so good as to leave your card, Dr. Llewellyn," said Holmes, shaking his hand absently.

"Of course. The best of luck to all of you. Do let me know if I can be of any further assistance."

After Dr. Llewellyn's departure, Lestrade turned a grave face to Holmes.

"I don't like your harping on Martha Tabram one bit, Mr. Holmes. Surely the same man couldn't have fallen out with both these women? More likely Polly Nichols was killed by a jealous lover, or a gang, or one of her clients who'd fallen into a drunken rage."

"You are probably right. However, I beg that you will humour me far enough to fill me in on the details of both crimes."

Lestrade shrugged. "If Tabram is of interest to you, of course I've no objection. It shouldn't be difficult for me to gather up the papers. I can have them for you this afternoon."

"I shall cast an eye over the evidence immediately."

"You have full access, Mr. Holmes — just mention my name at the morgue or at the crime scene. I shall see you both at the Yard." The inspector nodded and made his way out.

My friend crossed to the mantelpiece, shook a cigar out of an empty bud vase, and commenced smoking with the deepest absorption. "This Tabram murder is a very curious affair," he commented.

"You mean the Nichols murder?"

"I mean precisely what I say."

"You thought little enough of it before, Holmes."

"I expected every morning to read that they'd solved it. Men do not often stab helpless females thirty-nine times and then disappear into the ether. The motive behind such an outrageous act would necessarily be sensational."

"And such women necessarily have a great many associates, most of them untraceable," I pointed out.

"That is obvious," he retorted. "It is also obvious that the district of Whitechapel offers a great many natural advantages to the predator. Once the sun has fallen, you can hardly see your hand before your face, and the slaughterhouses allow blood-spattered men to pass without remark. What is less obvious is whether we have anything to fear from the proximity, in place and in time, of the two deaths."

"It is certainly a distressing coincidence."

Holmes shook his head and reached for his walking stick.

"One viciously maimed corpse is distressing. Two is something else entirely. I fear we have not a moment to lose."

Copyright © 2009 by Lyndsay Faye

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  • Posted June 8, 2009

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    A must read for any true Sherlock Holmes fan

    Lyndsay Faye has accomplished three things with her first novel that many authors do not after many attempts. 1) She has written an excellent book that is truly a page turner. 2) She has combinded fact and fiction so well, that it seems real and 3) She has written a fresh story about Jack The Ripper, that could be real. With so many bad Sherlock Holmes books about, Ms Faye has managed to recreate the style of Doyle, yet pick a subject that Doyle never touched, and at the same time make Holmes appear more human. I hope this is not the last we hear from this author as I feel her next book will be ever better.

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  • Posted February 17, 2009

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    Holmes fans will welcome Lyndsay Faye to Baker St

    In 1888 London is shocked by the brutal murders of two prostitutes in the East End. Inspector Lestrade knows this is no run of the mill killer and he will need help. He asks renowned private sleuth Sherlock Holmes to investigate the homicides. Already fascinated by the accounts Holmes welcomes the case.<BR/><BR/>As Holmes and his sidekick Dr. Watson investigate, more vicious murders occur by the same killer the media dubs Ripper for his brutality. In an ironic twist one reporter claims Holmes is the Ripper, which is why he insists the famous detective has failed to end the reign of terror.<BR/><BR/>Holmes fans will welcome Lyndsay Faye to Baker St as her Watson comes across as a winner telling readers the tale of Holmes and Ripper. Fans will enjoy the great detective¿s efforts even as the press badgers him to solve the case; which ironically readers do earlier than the sleuth does. Although Homes and Ripper co-starring has been used before by Carole Nelson Douglas (in her Irene Adler series) and Michael Dibdin in THE LAST SHERLOCK HOLMES STORY, etc. Ms. Faye provides a fresh entry.<BR/><BR/>Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted June 4, 2009

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    Holmes and Watson and Jack are back!

    New novelist Lyndsay Faye has done what few have managed before. She has resurrected Sherlock Holmes and company. Faye succeeds admirably in creating the ambience of the original novels, and by pitting Holmes against Jack the Ripper, presents him with a challenge worthy of his talents. The world's greatest detective emerges true to form, with arrogance and foibles intact. Dr. Watson, dear as ever, remains at his side, but in this tale, he takes a more active role than was his wont. The usual lovely woman, in this case a fallen but by no means helpless one, assists with some hitherto hidden investigative skills, and may just find a life off Whitechapel's streets. And off course Lestrade and Mycroft have their days under this new sun.
    Faye has also created a theory about what might have happened to Jack, who in real life seems to just have up and vanished. And Faye's scenario is more than elementary, it's plausible. Dust and Shadow is a genuine page turner, rich in foggy Victorian atmosphere and a delight in which to lose yourself for a few suspense filled hours.

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    "Watson, the game's afoot"....

    Alright, so that was trite; but this book was really quite fun and suspensful and a very interesting plot. I have often wondered where Sherlock was when "Jack" was around and this is a unique story. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

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  • Posted August 8, 2009

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    A must read for all Sherlock Holmes fans.

    This is a can't put down book. The best characterazation of Holmes I have read in years. Hopefully Lyndsay Faye (author) has more Sherlock Holmes books in mind.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 11, 2013

    In the true spirit of Conan Doyle and Sherlock Holmes

    The story moves well, it's woven in the true spirit of Conan Doyle and Sherlock Holmes.
    I thoroughly enjoyed this read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 14, 2013

    Great pastiche for Holmes fans

    I've been a fan of Sherlock Holmes since I was a child, and this book was a great way to get more. Faye does a great job with the tone of the book, and even offers a plausible ending to one of the greatest enduring murder mysteries.
    Her Watson was so spot on I almost forgot I was reading a pastiche sometimes. It is both a well written and well researched mystery to keep you turning the pages, and a love letter of sorts to literature's greatest partnership.
    Can't wait to read her other books.

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  • Posted May 21, 2013

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    If you're looking for a spellbinding retelling of the Jack the R

    If you're looking for a spellbinding retelling of the Jack the Ripper Case, don't bother with this book, it is a rambling, slow moving, wordy waste of time.
    &quot;The Yard&quot; exceeds this book by more than mile (pun intended), and the YA novel &quot;The Name of the Star&quot; is a 5-star rendition of this story.

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  • Posted May 21, 2013

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    I really enjoyed this book. Lyndsay Faye has captured the voice

    I really enjoyed this book. Lyndsay Faye has captured the voice of Sherlock Holmes, Dr. Watson, and the grittiness of London in 1888. She obviously did her homework regarding the events surrounding the Jack the Ripper murders, and proposed a plausible and realistic theory.

    The story moved extremely well, and kept me interested all the way through until the last page. I look forward to reading &quot;The Gods of Gotham&quot;.

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  • Posted July 24, 2012

    Highly recommend!

    Very well written. I look forward to reading more selections from this author.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 21, 2012

    Moody, atmospheric, places you right in the middle of things.

    First, a confession: while I have never been a huge fan of Conan Doyle's S. Holmes novels, my husband and I have watched and loved all of the BBC's televised versions, esp. the Basil Rathbone series, and have rarely been disappointed. They translate so well to the screen, where you can almost feel the dense fog, hear the cockney accents, experience the anxiety and terror of being amongst the horrific slums of Whitechapel, worry along with Watson during his friend's morphine "binges" and feel the comfort of the parlour as the two friends eat their dinners, have a smoke and a brandy and dissect the latest case.
    This novel was all this and more and I couldn't wait to read it every night to see where it would take me. It would make a terrific movie and the whole time I was reading the novel I could imagine the GREAT British actor Hugh Laurie as Holmes. BBC/Hollywood please take note.
    TRIVIA: Hugh Laurie's television series "House" was loosely based on the Holmes novels. e.g: Holmes/House---Watson/Wilson---Holmes/House/Baker St. abodes---H/H drug addictions---H/H best in their fields at solving complex mysteries---H/H both musicians, etc. etc. Brilliant.
    Buy the book, read, enjoy immensely. ( as well as Gods of Gotham, same wonderful author).

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 12, 2012

    Sherlock does it again!

    This is an enjoyable book pitting the brains of "Jack the Ripper" against Sherlock Holmes" narrated by Watson

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  • Posted April 19, 2011

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    Great book by a great author, hope to see more from her! Couldn't put it down!

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  • Posted August 9, 2010

    A "Ripping" Good Tale!

    Ms. Faye has done what few authors have - mimicked just about perfectly Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes! Here the great detective takes on the most horrendous serial murderer of the 19th Century - Jack the Ripper - a villain whom Doyle never tangled with his sleuth. Though the voice of Dr. Watson, Faye matches wits between "Jack" and Holmes in perfect order....a true page turner! I hope to see more from this author!

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  • Posted November 26, 2009

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    In 1939, Dr. John Watson recalls the gruesome events in 1888 in Whitechapel that terrorized the residents of London. The terror began with a violent murder followed rather quickly with an equally brutal killing. London was shaken by the viciousness of the violence in a part of town used to cruelty.

    Sherlock Holmes joins the Scotland Yard investigation into the two homicides to the elation of beleaguered Inspector Lestrade. As Holmes begins to interrogate family members, more murders occur and the media calls the killer "Jack the Ripper". When Jack learns of Holmes' interest in the murder spree, he sends the great sleuth taunting notes. Holmes follows clues that lead to confrontation with Ripper who severely slashes the detective. When Sherlock vanishes to heal and the exorbitant murder spree stops, investigative reporter Dunlevy proclaims Holmes is probably the Ripper.

    The Ripper serial murders are used more as a means to provide the audience with a deep look at Holmes and late Victorian England through the aging memory of what Watson recalls of late ninetieth century London. Who Ripper is proves not important as the audience will figure out early on his identity, but his reign of terror leads to a deep look at Holmes and a very competent Lestrade struggling to not lose it as he begins to suffer from PTSD with the case dragging on and the murder count rising. Holmes fans will enjoy this fresh take on the great detective although he has battled Ripper before (see Michael Didbin's The Last Sherlock Holmes Story).

    Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted August 15, 2009

    If you enjoy the origional Sherlock Holmes novels than....

    you will enjoy this one. Written in a style very much like the original Doyle novels and stories, this one does satisfy. Also Watson is treated as a partner in the investigation with the intelligence you would expect a Doctor to possess, not a lackey. Rich in historical references and subplots, this one is not to be missed. To anyone that has an interest in the Ripper murders this book would not fail to capture their attention either. This story shows the horror of the crimes with historic detail but without the unnecessary gratuitous violence and gore.

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  • Posted June 30, 2009

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    It's not exactly Conan Doyle, but...

    it's a good story with characters familiar to Holmes fans like myself. Topic of the Ripper has been covered many times and in many ways and this is not exceptional in originality, but a good read. Something every Holmes fan should add to their collection.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 20, 2009

    Good for the Sherlock enthusiasts.

    I read all the Sherlock Holmes stories and loved this one. It was a very good read. If you have read and like the Laurie King Sherlock stories - you will also like this one. Excellent read especially considering this one is a first novel by Faye. I look forward to reading her future ones. It is good that authors are keeping Sherlock alive.

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