A review by we_are_all_mad_here26
The West End Horror: A Posthumous Memoir of John H. Watson, MD by Nicholas Meyer

3.0

This book suffers from too much of so many things. Too many real-world names dropped, for one thing. It was entertaining to a point, but I believe we could all feel certain that Bram Stoker wasn't going to turn out to be the killer, nor George Bernard Shaw, nor Gilbert and/or Sullivan.

Too many mentions of the game being afoot, when Holmes only ever actually said it once, in all of the ACD canon.

Far too many words spoken by a dying man in the denouement. Just after choking out a sob that "wracked all that remained of his miserable frame, and...almost carried him off then and there," the guy starts a ten-page monologue with "I was born not far from here, in Sussex, just over forty years ago..."

Far, far, far too many errors in the Kindle version of the book. Missing punctuation all over the place. "Holmes" as "Hohnes," "living" as "Irving," and worse: "Toe question took him by surprise" and "'Tour eyes!' I cried suddenly," just to name a few.

Despite it all, a decent Holmes pastiche. Dear God I hope the next one has been proofread.