I’ve deemed this summer one in which I will reread several books, and one of those book is in fact Michael Chabon’s The Final Solution. I originally read this novelette sometime in early 2006 and subsequently wrote a scathing review.
During the past seven years, I’ve remembered the book negatively and would not recommend it to others. This hurt my heart because I tout Michael Chabon as one of America’s greatest living authors and hated to say anything disparaging about him.
I am a fool.
As I reread this book, I am embarrassed, ashamed, and, perhaps most importantly, humbled.
You see, though I’m only half finished with the slender book, I’ve already come to a startling realization about the book’s protagonist, one I never before realized and one that is incredibly significant. How I didn’t make this deduction seven years ago is beyond me, especially considering I deal with literature and writing regularly in my professional life. Were I a prouder man, I wouldn’t even reveal this to you.
But wait, let’s see if you can figure it out: the story takes place in 1944 England and features a very old, retired detective. This detective was once the toast of England, renowned for his brilliance and adventures. He smokes a pipe, wears an Inverness, and uses a magnifying glass. Have you solved it? Yes! Though only referred to as “the old man” throughout the novelette, he is clearly supposed to be Sherlock Holmes!
I have no idea why I didn’t consider this out upon my first reading, but the book is so much more enjoyable if making this assumption. So, though I’m not quite done with my rereading, I assure you, it’s thus far a wildly entertaining read if you keep “the old man’s” true identity in mind!
During the past seven years, I’ve remembered the book negatively and would not recommend it to others. This hurt my heart because I tout Michael Chabon as one of America’s greatest living authors and hated to say anything disparaging about him.
I am a fool.
As I reread this book, I am embarrassed, ashamed, and, perhaps most importantly, humbled.
You see, though I’m only half finished with the slender book, I’ve already come to a startling realization about the book’s protagonist, one I never before realized and one that is incredibly significant. How I didn’t make this deduction seven years ago is beyond me, especially considering I deal with literature and writing regularly in my professional life. Were I a prouder man, I wouldn’t even reveal this to you.
But wait, let’s see if you can figure it out: the story takes place in 1944 England and features a very old, retired detective. This detective was once the toast of England, renowned for his brilliance and adventures. He smokes a pipe, wears an Inverness, and uses a magnifying glass. Have you solved it? Yes! Though only referred to as “the old man” throughout the novelette, he is clearly supposed to be Sherlock Holmes!
I have no idea why I didn’t consider this out upon my first reading, but the book is so much more enjoyable if making this assumption. So, though I’m not quite done with my rereading, I assure you, it’s thus far a wildly entertaining read if you keep “the old man’s” true identity in mind!