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An interesting effort....
Well, now, indeed!
Interesting and possibly authentic.All but two of the cases recorded here are the ones to which Holmes referred in "The Musgrave Ritual". Stamford narrates for us the cases of the Tarleton murders and of Vamberry the wine merchant, the matter of the old Russian woman, the singular affair of the aluminum crutch, and the full account of Ricoletti of the club foot (and his abominable wife). Two other cases appear here as well, one of which -- the case of the _Matilda Briggs_ and the giant rat of Sumatra (to which Holmes briefly alludes in "The Sussex Vampire") -- stands, to my mind, a greater chance of being "the real thing" than the enjoyable but clearly inauthentic work by Richard Boyer published some twenty-five years ago. (Likewise, some of the other cases have been written up elsewhere in what are clearly pastiches rather than historical accounts.)
These cases mostly take place, as Holmes mentions in "Musgrave," before his biographer has come to glorify him. And the reader may well wish that Watson _had_ gotten round to writing these cases up; Stamford (if he is indeed the author) has not quite got the good doctor's touch with a tale, and for the most part the cases themselves are frankly not all that intrinsically interesting. (Moreover, the writing style limps a bit in places. The writer has the odd British habit of omitting punctuation altogether allowing sentences to run on and on like this and suddenly inserting a gratuitous comma somewhere near the end which makes for occasionally, confusing reading.)
However, as Stamford notes in his introduction to the volume, he possesses valuable information about Holmes's early years that is not available elsewhere. In some cases the reader will have to watch carefully: Stamford is not above burying or encoding such information and leaving it to the reader to ferret it out. (For example, in a clear imitation of a famous "contradiction" in the canonical Holmes stories, Stamford refers to one character as "John" on one page and as "James" just a few pages later. In this case, however, the "error" is a clue to the real identity of the character.)
But on the whole, the information has at least the ring of plausibility. And to my mind the somewhat artless style of the narrative tells in favor of its authenticity: it really does seem to be a reminiscence of an elderly Stamford rather than something cooked up by a professional writer. (I would have been suspicious if the style _had_ been too much like Watson's.)
And perhaps most importantly, the character of Holmes rings true. In these tales we are encountering Xenophon's Socrates rather than Plato's, but it is clearly the same man -- or a very good imitation.
Sherlockians/Holmesians will therefore probably enjoy this collection. As I suggested, the tales themselves are not all that gripping -- but that too is a point in favor of their authenticity, considering that they are alleged to date from so early in Holmes's career. And the (alleged) insights into the character and early history of Holmes himself will be of interest to all fans of the great detective.
Naturally, of course, every reader will wish to judge their authenticity for himself or herself. But in my own view, these tales may well be genuine -- as opposed, for example, to the altogether enjoyable but clearly fictional "reminiscences" of Mary Russell in the Laurie King novels.
Charnock is to be commended for making this collection available to the public. Readers seeking titillation or edge-of-one's-seat excitement will be mostly unimpressed. But those seeking information on the young Holmes himself will probably be pleasantly surprised at how well these tales satisfy their purely historical interest.


MistakesLippi's assistant was not this Crevelleria but Giovanni di Francesco da ROVEZZANO ( J. Ruda) [1439 -1459]. A predella hangs in the Louvre, beside Lippi's Madonna . Da Rovezzano's masterpiece can be admired in the Casa Buonarroti, Firenze.
The Carmelite Saints in the cathedral of Santo Stefano, in Prato, were painted by Fra Diamante, not by Lippi (see Mannini: The Restoration of Lippi's Nativita, 1998).
Like Vasari, Milanesi's editions have been accepted as the norm for several decades (Vasari's for several centuries).
Fra Lippo Lippi
The Definitive Lippi Study

The garbage is afoot
A mixed bag...
Jolly Good! Except.....

Stroke, strokeAre you related to Allen Ginsberg, by any chance?
Take that ego, and shove it.
Language and Music
Music to My Ears

i agree
Buy this cd-rom now. find Mac later
Content Sounds Great -- Wish It Worked on a PC

Rally Navigation "Advice"
Interesting, but not really a "how-to"
Excellent resource, both broad in scope and deep in detail.

Disappointing
A must read for those interested in justice and history.
Outstanding

Hundreds of clumsy errors in the text and index.
Serial Murder--1988 version vs 1998 version
extremly helpful

Rudimentary, my dear Watson...What we get here are three short novels, averaging about 90 pages apiece. Both dialogue and narration are best described as "rough," and the book has many misprints on top of the author's own continual gaffes. [See if you can guess what punctuation has been inexplicably replaced by a capital C, on p. 57 and many other places in the first adventure! See if you can spot the reference to the "annuls of crime." See Mycroft say, "You must drop it," when he really means (to judge from remarks immediately following) that Sherlock needs to solve the crime as soon as humanly possible.]
What is one to make of a spying adventure during WW I in which the female villainess (who, alas, remains mostly offstage) is named Frederica Von StRada? [I guess it is a mercy she wasn't named Emmie Amelingling, if we have to keep the operatic reference!] What is one to make of Holmes depending upon pendulum dowsing to locate a German submarine base, in the same adventure? Not even Conan Doyle, despite his gullibility and fanatic devotion to what we now call the New Age, would have let Holmes mingle with the supernatural... a realm where Holmes, functioning as Holmes, could only act as a debunker to the foolish beliefs Conan Doyle would have been terrified to have debunked. [See the recent, fine biography of Conan Doyle by Daniel Stashower for more on this point.]
The three cases, apart from the spy adventure, which is all frantic action, involve a not very mysterious murder near Stonehenge, leading to an incomprehensible climax involving buried treasure, and a complex case of art forgery. The art forgery adventure suffers from lack of a Holmesian summing up, so that the reader is left even more mystified than Watson by some of the events. The Stonehenge adventure suffers from total and complete predictablity from the earliest pages onward.
If, like me, you think there was something to be said for Edward D. Wood Jr. as a writer of prose fiction, you may also find a place in your heart for works like this one. Otherwise, I think you really must drop it, Mister or Ms. Gentle Reader!
Sadly, earlier negative review appears correct
A Sherlock Holmes Trilogy

Taylor's Master Guide to Gardening
Excellent Beginner's Guide
Excellent encyclopedia of trees, shrubs and flowers
It's a great idea to have the pre-Watson Sherlock's adventures written up by the "young Stamford" who first introduced Holmes and Watson at Barts Hospital. However, Charnock has adopted a sort of "fundamentalist" approach here, dealing mainly with cases mentioned by Holmes to Watson as taking place in his early career--- many of the problems presented are hardly worthy of the mature Holmes.
There are some more serious problems. In what I think may be the first Holmes story written by the author, "Aluminium Crutch," the narrator is Holmes himself (always a problematical conceit) and the "solution" to the problem that Holmes presents is a preposterous and completely supernatural urban legend, which cheats Holmes' client as totally as it cheats the modern reader. Other stories end abruptly, with more loose ends than the average mop, particularly "Ricoletti," where Holmes expends a page meditating on the social horror of a lesbian relationship in Victorian England, without clarifying any aspect of the mystery that has been presented! Where the hell has the living yeti got off to?!?
One of the more interesting stories is "Opal Tiara," which has obvious echoes of "Musgrave Ritual," but achieves a number of fine twists at the end. The "Giant Rat" episode has the problem that all action occurs offstage, and Holmes himself never directly appears.
Characterizations are good, the simulation of a Victorian style is adequate, and Holmes' conversational dialogue particularly sounds "bang-on," in the fashion British pastiche writers often achieve, and American pastiche writers never seem to accomplish.
One of the better Holmes collections offered in fairly small printings by publisher Martin Breese. Get it while copies remain.