2020-03-29
An alternate-world fantasy that adds a few welcome twists to the famous Holmes and Watson archetypes.
Addison’s novel begins with an injured army doctor returning to London from Afghanistan and taking up residence with an eccentric detective in a flat on Baker Street. Readers don’t have to be mystery aficionados to guess what’s going on here, but this is no ordinary take on Sherlock Holmes. Addison’s 1880s London is populated with werewolves, vampires, and angels alongside its serial killers and common thieves. The Watson figure, here called Dr. Doyle, turns into a hellhound at night due to a supernatural injury, which Doyle must keep secret or risk being punished for not having registered with the government as an occult creature. The Sherlock figure, here called Crow, is an angel who helps Scotland Yard (Lestrade is still Lestrade, as useless as ever) solve its trickiest cases. Recognizable Arthur Conan Doyle mysteries and characters have new life in this sturdily built fantasy universe, making it fun to read even such familiar tales. All the while, the detectives watch the papers for more news on the grisly Whitechapel murders, committed by the all-too-human Jack the Ripper. As Doyle and Crow explore London’s seedy occult underground, Addison doesn’t shy away from discussing the era’s racism. It would be a spoiler to be too specific, but what really makes this title stand out among a sea of Sherlock Holmes stories is its straightforward criticism of gender roles and the gender binary itself.
A Sherlock Holmes–esque novel that truly breaks the mold.
