The Final Solution Satisfies a Holmes Craving
"Here was a puzzle to kindle old appetites and energies."
To those Sherlock Holmes fans out there, longing for more of his mysteries to read in the all-too-finite collection of Doyle's mysteries: you are in luck.
Today I finished reading Michael Chabon's The Final Solution, a stunning mystery novella featuring none other than the star British detective himself. While the detective is not mentioned by name, but rather referred to as the "old man," it is clearly Holmes, in all of his deductive splendor.
The novella takes place in Britain in 1944, in the middle of World War II. The title alludes not only to the Nazi plan of Jewish extermination, but also to the Holmes story, "The Final Problem." In the novella, Holmes tries to find a parrot at the heart of a murder mystery. Where the parrot is, Holmes knows, the murderer is also. To make things more exciting, the parrot is suspected of knowing a secret German code that might prove useful to the Brits, and so the Germans may want this parrot silenced.
The novella gives a perspective of Holmes that Conan Doyle never did. Holmes at this point has lived a long time since his detective days, having given up the profession some thirty years earlier ("As you must know, I am retired. As indeed I have been since the tenth of August, 1914," he explains in the novella). His life, instead, is dedicated to other pleasures, the foremost of which is his keeping of bees. He recognizes these bees as an "animal pleasure," and admits that "such things had once meant very little to him."
At the old age of 89, Holmes struggles with his deteriorating body. He is physically weak, wages a "daily battle in the lavatory," and struggles with "arthritis crippling his fingers." And Holmes thinks of his impending death, not as a result of some detective adventure, but rather as an inevitable event in the course of his now-mundane life. "In particular he feared dying in some undignified way, on the jakes or with his face in the porridge."
Holmes also worries that his mental activities are not as exceptional as they once were, and that they may not be up to the task of solving the mystery at hand.
To those Sherlock Holmes fans out there, longing for more of his mysteries to read in the all-too-finite collection of Doyle's mysteries: you are in luck.
Today I finished reading Michael Chabon's The Final Solution, a stunning mystery novella featuring none other than the star British detective himself. While the detective is not mentioned by name, but rather referred to as the "old man," it is clearly Holmes, in all of his deductive splendor.
The novella takes place in Britain in 1944, in the middle of World War II. The title alludes not only to the Nazi plan of Jewish extermination, but also to the Holmes story, "The Final Problem." In the novella, Holmes tries to find a parrot at the heart of a murder mystery. Where the parrot is, Holmes knows, the murderer is also. To make things more exciting, the parrot is suspected of knowing a secret German code that might prove useful to the Brits, and so the Germans may want this parrot silenced.The novella gives a perspective of Holmes that Conan Doyle never did. Holmes at this point has lived a long time since his detective days, having given up the profession some thirty years earlier ("As you must know, I am retired. As indeed I have been since the tenth of August, 1914," he explains in the novella). His life, instead, is dedicated to other pleasures, the foremost of which is his keeping of bees. He recognizes these bees as an "animal pleasure," and admits that "such things had once meant very little to him."
At the old age of 89, Holmes struggles with his deteriorating body. He is physically weak, wages a "daily battle in the lavatory," and struggles with "arthritis crippling his fingers." And Holmes thinks of his impending death, not as a result of some detective adventure, but rather as an inevitable event in the course of his now-mundane life. "In particular he feared dying in some undignified way, on the jakes or with his face in the porridge."
Holmes also worries that his mental activities are not as exceptional as they once were, and that they may not be up to the task of solving the mystery at hand.
"He felt - with all his body, as one felt the force of gravity or inertia - the inevitability of his failure. The conquest of his mind by age was not a mere blunting or slowing down but an erasure, as of a desert capital by a driving millennium of sand. Time had bleached away the ornate pattern of his intellect, leaving a blank white scrap."But Holmes has missed his work as a detective. As Chabon writes,
"A delicate, inexorable lattice of inferences began to assemble themselves, like a crystal, in the old man's mind, shivering, catching the light in glints and surmises. It was the deepest pleasure life could afford, this deductive crystallization, this paroxysm of guesswork, and one that he had lived without for a terribly long time."It's a thrilling mystery, indeed, and Chabon has yet again proven his masterful storytelling abilities. By setting the story thirty years after Holmes retired, the detective is faced with new challenges and barriers that he never faced in his prime. These new hurdles put a new spin on the Conan Doyle mysteries so many love, and this novella should be a most-welcomed work to Holmes fans everywhere.

