The Sherlock Holmes Canon

March 3, 2010

I promised that The Bookshelf was going to get some attention, and there’s probably no better place to start than with my favorite book series of all time, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes canon. I first became enamored with Sherlock Holmes back in junior high school when, for some reason, our English textbook contained the story The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle. I instantly fell in love with the cleverness of both the writing and the character. Not too long afterward I picked up a two volume paperback edition of the complete works and spent the next few weeks devouring each and every story.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle wrote 56 short stories and 4 novels featuring the world’s most renowned amateur detective and his trusty sidekick Dr. Watson from 1887-1927. Nearly all the stories were first published in England’s The Strand magazine, the 19th century equivalent of The New Yorker or Reader’s Digest. Doyle himself was a less-than-successful Scottish doctor who turned to writing to pay the bills. I assume Dr. John Watson was loosely based on Doyle himself. The main man though…Sherlock Holmes…was inspired by a professor of Doyle’s at the University of Edinburgh, Joseph Bell. Bell’s methods of deductive reasoning left a deep enough impression on Doyle that when he began writing stories Sherlock Holmes was created. Readers of The Strand fell in love with Sherlock Holmes immediately. In fact, the folks in merry old England had such an abiding affection for Holmes that when Doyle (who apparently didn’t love the character as much as his readers) tried to kill him off after just 2 novels and 24 short stories there was much consternation…so much that Doyle felt compelled to bring Holmes back to life, which would spur 2 more novels and 32 additional stories. Doyle seemed to have that yearning that so many artists – writers, actors, singers – have…to be taken seriously. Hopefully before his death in 1930 he came to realize that no other writings by him could have possibly come close to being the gift to the world that Sherlock Holmes was and continues to be a century later.

I will make the assumption that almost everyone from the youngest child to the greyest seasoned citizen has atleast heard of Sherlock Holmes and probably thinks they have a vague idea of what he’s all about…the deerstalker hat, the cape, the pipe, the phrase “Elementary my dear Watson!!”, the home address of 221B Baker Street. Holmes consistently appears in the top 5 of any lists dealing with beloved fictional characters, and at one time (I do not know if it is still the case) he held the Guinness world record for the most portrayed character in film. The character has been used in countless movies, plays and pastiches (in other words, imitations by other authors) that portray Holmes in a wide variety of ages and put him in all manner of fascinating situations…trying to track down real life serial killer Jack the Ripper, fighting Nazis in World War II, going up against Dracula. I don’t necessarily dismiss all non-canonical varieties of Holmes, but I do tend to tread lightly. Part of the magic of Holmes is the setting…foggy, gaslit, Victorian England. When one takes the character out of that setting it can either be an interesting fish-out-of-water scenario or a complete disaster. I am a traditionalist, so I like my fictional characters to stay in the era and locale of their origin, and I tend to prefer any new reincarnations be based on or atleast show respect to the author’s intent.  Putting a centuries old character in a modern day situation with guns blazing, car chases, and meaningless explosions does not impress me at all. For example, I sincerely believe that the powers-that-be responsible for the atrocity that was 1996’s Romeo & Juliet starring Leo DiCaprio and Claire Danes should never be allowed to work in Hollywood again. At any rate, I recommend reading Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Holmes canon first (obviously), and then being very selective in what other Holmes incarnations one digests. There was a PBS series in the 1980’s and early 90’s that was very good and pretty faithful to the canon. 41 of the 60 Holmes stories were produced, and the remaining 19 probably would have been done if not for the untimely death of its star Jeremy Brett (certainly among the best portrayers of Sherlock Holmes). I’ve always heard mixed reviews leaning toward positive about the 1940’s films starring Basil Rathbone, but to be honest my intent to see them has never come to fruition. The fact that only 1 of the 14 films, The Hound of the Baskervilles, is canonical is a concern, and it is well known that they portray Watson as a bumbling stooge which was not how Doyle wrote the character. I suppose one day I will cave and will attempt to be open minded, but I have a strong inclination that I’m not really missing anything.

The influence of Sherlock Holmes over the past 100+ years is truly amazing. Most mystery and detective type stories owe much to Holmes, and shows like CSI wouldn’t exist without him. Sherlock Holmes was forensics before forensics was cool. Hundreds of societies (all based on the original Baker Street Irregulars, founded in 1934) regularly gather to discuss and celebrate Holmes. I cannot think of any literary figure with that kind of influence and following…not even Shakespeare. The stories themselves are interesting enough to keep the attention of adults, but uncomplicated enough that teenagers and maybe even overachieving and precocious pre-teens can read them. They are eminently readable, and one can go back to them over and over and they never seem to get old.  As a matter of fact, picking up a book of Sherlock Holmes stories is like reuniting with an old friend. I would strongly encourage anyone who has never read them to give them a whirl. You are unlikely to regret your choice.


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August 5, 2009

Angels & Demons and The DaVinci Code

August 5, 2009

The Bookshelf is a much too lightly used feature here at The Manofesto, and that’s my fault. I could blame my job, blame my puppy, blame being involved with church, blame television, etc. But the truth is it is 100% purely me being lazy. That needs to change.

Books are an integral part of my life. I love to read. Reading opens up whole new worlds to a person, taking them on a ride as far as the imagination can travel. Books also educate and inform. I am involved with a ProLiteracy organization mostly because I feel compassion toward those who cannot read, who don’t have the privilege of experiencing the pleasure of losing themselves in a good book. Illiteracy is a damning indictment of both our educational system and the shortcomings of parents, but that’s a whole other can of worms to be opened some other time. My purpose du jour is to review two books that I just recently finished reading, Dan Brown’s Angels & Demons and The DaVinci Code.

It took me a long time to finally read these books. I am a Christian, and knowing the basic gist of The DaVinci Code (the second book but the one that caught fire first and became a national topic of debate) and how many fellow Christians felt about its contents I was hesitant to read it. Three things changed my thought process. First, a hardcover copy of DaVinci was available at a ProLiteracy book sale I was working…..for $1, a deal I couldn’t pass up. Secondly, an acquaintance who happens to be a fine, God-fearing, Christian woman mentioned in conversation (a conversation about books…a rare treat but one I always enjoy) that a pastor had told her that Christians should not avoid the book at all and actually needed to read it. Right about that time the Angels & Demons movie was coming out and I became aware of what that book (the first book but the second movie…oh that wacky Opie Cunningham)  was about, The Illuminati…..a subject that had always interested me to a degree. The movies were the clinching factor I will admit. I’m a Tom Hanks fan and knew I’d eventually catch the movies on HBO or rent them. So…I picked up a paperback copy of Angels & Demons and decided to read the books in their proper order before that occurred. After reading the books I did see The DaVinci Code on HBO and it was okay.

Any examination of these two books needs to be done from two perspectives…..the literary view and the religious view. An analysis of the book for what it is…a book, a work of fiction…seems the easier of the two tasks, so I shall climb that mountain first.

Warning…..spoilers lay ahead for anyone who hasn’t read these two books or seen the movies. Don’t say I didn’t give you fair notice.

As far as modern popular fiction goes, I’ll give Dan Brown his due. These stories are well written, move at a brisk and exciting pace and tell an absorbing story. I enjoyed Angels & Demons far more than I did The DaVinci Code, and I think there are two reasons for that. First of all, DaVinci had become extremely popular and raised such a ruckus amongst church folks that it was impossible to be as consumed by the story as I likely would have been had I not known the “shocking twist”. I already knew the big reveal was that The Holy Grail isn’t a cup as commonly believed, but a human being, the heroine of the story that turns out to be the only living descendant of Jesus Christ, who according to the storyline married Mary Magdalene and fathered a daughter. With the ultimate ending ruined I was simply left with enjoying the path traveled to arrive at that destination, a trip that was certainly not unexciting. However, that brings me to my second issue…..I had already read Angels & Demons. That story involved The Illuminati threatening to blow up The Vatican during a Papal Enclave, and was fresh, unpredictable, and a great read…a real page turner. The problem is that Brown takes the same basic template used for Angels & Demons and uses it for The DaVinci Code…..comparable characters, similar time frame, very familiar general outline of events. So even if I’d not heard about The DaVinci Code ad nauseum for months before I’d read it I would have probably figured it all out anyway. Many authors have created a memorable main character (as Brown has here with Professor Robert Langdon) and written multi-volume series starring that character. That isn’t a problem at all if done right. But the fact is that DaVinci is just a repetitive sequel to the much superior Angels & Demons. It’s like watching Vegas Vacation or The Godfather III…..it’s not terrible in and of itself, but it’s been done before and been done better. I read somewhere that Brown has about a dozen more Robert Langdon novels planned. If that is true he’s going to have to find fresh territory for his guy to trapse through, otherwise we’re going to tire of him very quickly and move on to something original.

Now for the deeper and more disturbing scrutiny, that of looking at these novels through the prism of God.

I’m a Christian, but I’m far from a prude. I’m not easily offended but I do have my beliefs and convictions. This has a tendency to put me in the crosshairs of both fellow Christians, who I am sure think I’m not quite hardcore enough, and the non-believer/atheist/agnostic types who I am sure subconsciously brand me a Bible Thumper or a Jesus Freak. I’ve reached a point in my life where I realize I cannot please everyone and have pretty much stopped trying. That being said, I do try to please God and live every day more Christ-like than the day before, so as I grow older and stronger in my faith I am assuming I will tick off fellow Christians less and annoy the heathens more.

The author, Dan Brown, claims to be a Christian. That would probably be mildly surprising news to anyone who has read these novels. The books both show a disdain for the church (specifically The Catholic Church) and paint religion as the bad guy. In Angels & Demons the underlying story is the battle between science and religion, with religion being painted as the bad guy desperate to hold onto its power. A pope, dead as the story begins, is revealed to have fathered a child. That child, who grew up to hold a very important position within The Vatican, is revealed to be a crazed murderer. The scientists are the good guys. In The DaVinci Code the church is written as the mastermind of the most massive cover-up in history. In this universe Mary Magdalene was not a prostitute…..that is a lie fabricated to downplay her importance. Instead, Mary Magdalene was the wife of Jesus but the church covered that up and put a little creative spin on the life of Jesus Christ, fabricating his divinity for the sake of power.

Dan Brown’s beef could very well be with The Catholic Church explicitly. If so that wouldn’t be a huge mountain to overcome. I know a lot of believers who have issues with the church…..church politics, church hypocrisy, church legalism. I myself differentiate between faith and religion. My difficulty is that Brown takes whatever issues he may have a bit too far, especially in DaVinci. In recent times we’ve seen a lot of clergy fall from grace…..TV evangelists who cheat on their wives, priests being accused of sexual misconduct, ministers being exposed as money grubbing charlatans. That’s why I don’t have a huge problem with Angels & Demons…..it simply presents a priest as being something other than what he is believed to be, something we’ve seen occur in real life far too many times. However, in DaVinci the very foundation of the entire faith is called into question. One guy isn’t discovered to be a bad seed…..the whole enchilada is made out to be one giant lie. That’s quite problematic. I am a person who believes The Bible to be the foolproof Word of God. Something as significant as Jesus being married likely would have been mentioned. I’ve read arguments that say that if Jesus was married that would do nothing to take away his divinity. I’ll admit that’s a fascinating hypothesis, but one that doesn’t hold water when it’s pondered thoughtfully. If He was married then why isn’t it in The Bible? And if it was in The Bible but men who craved power took it out, why would they do that if the marriage itself wouldn’t discount the divinity of Christ? It’s a circular argument that makes no sense either way. The only thing that makes sense is what we’ve always known and believed. It makes sense otherwise we wouldn’t believe it. Granted, faith is the assurance of things hoped for and the conviction of things not seen…..but that doesn’t mean we’re all a bunch of dopes who’ll believe anything. There’s a reason we believe in God, believe in salvation through the blood of Jesus Christ…..but don’t believe (after a certain age) in Santa Claus, The Tooth Fairy, and The Easter Bunny.

I suppose if I was put on the spot I would highly recommend Angels & Demons, but would be far more hesitant to give an enthusiastic thumbs up to The DaVinci Code. The first is an engrossing read that doesn’t necessarily rank up there with actual literature (think Shakespeare, Mark Twain, Ernest Hemingway, Charles Dickens, etc.) but is a lot better than the cookie cutter romances and action-adventure rubbish you see in the paperback section at WalMart. The latter is not only a stylistic rehash, but also really rocks the boat on the faith front. If you have a strong foundation and aren’t easily swayed then I’d say tread cautiously. If you are a young Christian still trying to find that firm footing and really understand what you believe then I would say run in the other direction. It’s akin to watching professional wrestling…..it may not be high quality entertainment for anyone, but atleast a reasonably intelligent adult can enjoy it as the fictional soap opera that it is while it may become too real to a child or a less-than-bright grown-up. Ultimately it’s a personal decision. I don’t regret my time spent reading Angels & Demons at all, while I’m glad I only paid a buck for The DaVinci Code and don’t put it on any kind of pedestal as either a great work of literature or some sort of Satanic tool of evil.


The Catcher in the Rye

May 6, 2009

“Must we go on with this inane conversation?” someone inquires of Holden Caulfield at one point in The Catcher in the Rye. It’s a question I recall asking myself a few times back when I read the book.

I suppose maybe I read the book too late to really “get it”, too late in my life and too late in the history of our nation and world. For some reason I didn’t read it until I was an adult. I went to high school in the 1980’s, and even though political correctness was in its embryonic stage Catcher had already been deemed too scandalous for young ears.

That “scandal” is, in my opinion, what has really vaulted Catcher to its abstract significance. It has given the book an undeserved level of prestige. We tend to embrace the forbidden, to be drawn to the esoteric. Telling teenagers that a book has been banned gives that book a one way ticket to Coolsville and makes the youngsters want to read it that much more. Unfortunately in this case the controversy is much ado about nothing. From my viewpoint it seems like a bunch of uptight wet blankets got themselves in an uproar about some “damns” and “hells” and various instances of taking The Lord’s name in vain. I’m not saying these are good things by any means, but I am suggesting perspective. Banning The Catcher in the Rye from…well, anywhere…..while simultaneously turning a blind eye to the garbage that has been appearing on our televisions and movie screens with increasing quantity and intensity over the past couple of decades seems somewhat misguided.

The book itself is an easy read…..too easy as a matter of fact. The first time I read it I kept waiting for the symbolism, foreshadowing, and other hallmarks of great literature. I pegged Holden Caulfield as a Shakespearean tragic hero with a fatal flaw in the mold of Macbeth or King Lear. I assumed there had to be some reason why many thought of this as such a great novel. All I got for my intellectual effort was a reminder of what happens when one assumes.

The “hero” Caulfield is just an irksome and petulant bundle of neuroses. I suspect that if I’d done my academic duty when I was supposed to, at around age 14 or 15, I might have more closely identified with the whole angst vibe, the sense of being perpetually unimpressed and underwhelmed by everything and everyone. But it’s amazing what a difference a decade or so can make. Two decades really changes the game. As cynical as I can be, as adept as I am at openly mocking the absurdity in our world, even I find Holden Caulfield to be a bit much. He’s the kind of galling personality that in “real life” would have people just waiting with fervent anticipation for him to fall on his face. It’s difficult to like Holden or feel any semblance of compassion for his plight. He does have a tendency to accurately see through the speciousness of others, one of his few redeeming qualities.

I don’t dislike The Catcher in the Rye. It’s a decent, well written story. I don’t feel like the time I spent reading it (and re-reading it years later) was necessarily wasted. I’m just of the opinion that those who deem it as one of the best books ever written are giving gravitas to something unworthy of their passion.


Blue Like Jazz

April 15, 2009

There are church goers, there are people who are “spiritual”, there are Christians and Jews and Muslims, there are those who claim to be “religious” but won’t go into specifics…..many many shades of grey. But the truth is you can’t always have your cake and eat it too. Sometimes one must actually make a choice and stand behind it, through the sunshine and the storm.

I first ran across Blue Like Jazz while looking for books about jazz and blues music. Realizing that it had nothing to do with music I moved on. Then a friend with whom I have a lot of conversations about God, the Bible, church, Jesus Christ, etc. mentioned it and I said “oh yeah…I remember seeing that”. He recommended I read it, and I obliged.

At first I was blown away. The writer uses a straightforward humorous tone that’s a little unorthodox but eminently readable. The book is a breezy read, and that’s cool. He has a unique perspective that occasionally made me go “Wow, I hadn’t thought of that. He’s right”. But as I kept getting further into it I was reminded of the movie Planes, Trains, and Automobiles. In one scene Steve Martin’s character is ranting against John Candy’s character and says “And by the way, you know, when you’re telling these little stories? Here’s a good idea – have a point!! It makes it SO much more interesting”. Blue Like Jazz is kind of like that…..I still don’t know what the point is exactly.

I realize what direction the writer was attempting to go. Church these days can be very legalistic, ritualized, and ultimately meaningless. Almost every congregation has its fair share of heathens and what my minister refers to as 7th Day Christians, meaning they’re “Christian” for a couple of hours on Sunday but then do whatever feels good the other six days (I have been that person in the past and am doing my best to improve). As a matter of fact Easter Sunday was just a few days ago and I spotted several Christers myself, meaning people who only go to church on Christmas and Easter. I understand suspicion and trepidation when it comes to the church. But that doesn’t mean one can just ignore everything about Christianity that’s uncomfortable and inconvenient. The church and its people may be broken, but the faith itself is most certainly not.

I kept waiting for some big resolution or lucid path to somewhere conclusive…..but it never happened. Ultimately Blue Like Jazz comes across as one man’s free association about spirituality, with subtle hints at a political agenda. The premise had potential, but the finished work feels more like a first draft that has never crossed the desk of an editor or any kind of authority who may have given the directive for..…well…..direction. It’s not the worst book I’ve ever read at all, but I was expecting better.