I’ll try to post a full review of The Art of Detection at some later date. But for right now, let me just say that it’s about a visit by someone (Arthur Conan Doyle? Sherlock Holmes his own self?) to San Francisco in 1924--which leads to a mysterious and possibly tremendously valuable manuscript and the murder of an eminent, inscrutable Sherlockian named Philip Gilbert, a character Conan Doyle might well have enjoyed.
* * *While I have your attention, I should also mention that I’ve posted the seventh and eight chapters of Forget About It. To read them, click here and then scroll down to the bottom of the page.