So, this being a book page, I'll set aside that Doyle was a Cricket man, and that he nabbed a wicket from the Sherlock Holmes of Batsmen, the legendary W. G. Grace. Yes, although I'm a Cricket buff of sorts, I'll dodge by that fab fact, and I'll mention the another best thing about him; he was one of the best scribblers of historical fiction that the world has ever known. I'm always amazed when readers of the Holmes stories are unaware of his great novels of action and adventure. Particularly his most famous historical novel, The White Company, but also Sir Nigel, Micah Clarke, and even the fantastic Gothic mystery/boxing novel, Rodney Stone. Honestly, being eternally associated with an eternal, mythological figure like Sherlock Holmes would be enough to satisfy even the most ambitious of people, but when I consider all of the things that Arthur Conan Doyle was in addition to this (in true Victorian style), I feel simultaneously intimidated and inspired. It makes me want to work harder at my own valued endeavours. Sir Arthur died on July 7th, 1930; his gravestone reads: |
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