No time for a full review here – and no need for one. We all know and love Sherlock Holmes. We all abominate Professor James Moriarty, the “criminal mastermind” whom Holmes describes as “the Napoleon of crime”, the man responsible for Holmes’ death on the Reichenbach Falls in The Final Problem – though Conan Doyle had later to resurrect him by public demand (like James Bond in You Only Live Twice).
Now imagine James Moriarty as the hero, a handsome and gentlemanly professor of mathematics whose astute mind is perceived by the beady-eyed Holmes (he of the “nose like an axe”) as a challenge: Holmes is determined to cast Moriarty in the role of criminal, and does so, though without much success, it must be said, at least in this first book of the series.
And then there is Angelina, Mrs Gould, a woman far more memorable than any female character in the authentic Holmes stories – a Victorian Bond-girl with a mutiplicity of talents and a totally unVictorian code of behaviour and outlook on life.
I loved it. So, I am sure, will you.