Ann Gelder

Ann Gelder
December 31
A writer and recovering academic. You can read my work in Alaska Quarterly Review, Crazyhorse, Flavorwire, Portland Review, The Millions, The Rumpus, and Tin House. I have taught comparative literature at Stanford and Berkeley. My first novel, Bigfoot and the Baby, will be published by Bona Fide Books in spring 2014.


Ann Gelder's Links
MARCH 22, 2012 3:53PM

The Hound of the Baskervilles: Pwned by Holmes

Rate: 1 Flag
So, three weeks ago precisely, I wrote a terribly excited post about how Holmes and Watson had accidentally allowed their client, Henry Baskerville, to be killed! And it was really cool, because, see, Conan Doyle had introduced this really troubling moral dimension to the whole sleuthing business, and...

Well, so I was so excited about this development that I stopped reading and fired off the post, and then I got busy with other stuff, and only got back to the novel yesterday, at which point I discovered that the dead guy wasn't Henry at all, but the escaped convict, Selden:

"We must send for help, Holmes! We cannot carry him all the wayto the Hall. Good heavens, are you mad?"
He had uttered a cry and bent over the body. Now he was dancingand laughing and wringing my hand. Could this be my stern,self-contained friend? These were hidden fires, indeed!

"A beard! A beard! The man has a beard!"

"A beard?"

"It is not the baronet—it is—why, it is my neighbour, theconvict!"

With feverish haste we had turned the body over, and thatdripping beard was pointing up to the cold, clear moon. Therecould be no doubt about the beetling forehead, the sunken animaleyes. It was indeed the same face which had glared upon me in thelight of the candle from over the rock—the face of Selden, thecriminal.
Then in an instant it was all clear to me. I remembered how thebaronet had told me that he had handed his old wardrobe toBarrymore. Barrymore had passed it on in order to help Selden inhis escape. Boots, shirt, cap—it was all Sir Henry's. Thetragedy was still black enough, but this man had at leastdeserved death by the laws of his country. I told Holmes how thematter stood, my heart bubbling over with thankfulness and joy.
The troubling dimension to Holmes's rational zeal is still kinda there--the scene is "black enough," as it were. In fact the issue comes up again a few pages later, when Holmes uses Henry as bait to catch the hound, and the experience is traumatic enough that Henry has to take a trip around the world with his doctor to recover. Clearly, Holmes's primary concern is not with his clients' well-being, except as it represents his success in solving the case. Nevertheless, the ironic edge is considerably dulled. And I have to admit to having been pwned by Conan Doyle, whose main interest is not in Holmes's moral complexity, but in keeping the reader off balance till the end. I was an easy mark because of my literary training; I'm always going to leap into multilayered considerations of Theme whenever the slightest opening is given to me.

Ah, well. Of course, Conan Doyle and his characters also did a good job in selling the false identification, with lots of hand-wringing and self-berating. All of this goes to show us--and them--that nothing, nothing, is as it seems in a Holmes story, not until the last period has landed at the end of the last sentence. That is, looking at a piece of evidence once is not enough. Looking twice may not be, either. And one's emotions, even for Holmes, can get in the way of remembering this basic fact. In this instance, Conan Doyle used his detectives' overwrought emotions, which were especially surprising in Holmes's case, as a sleight of hand to distract the reader. We all forgot to look at the dead man's face.

I think that's a good and impressive technique that mystery (and literary mystery) writers can use. But probably only once in a novel.

Your tags:


Enter the amount, and click "Tip" to submit!
Recipient's email address:
Personal message (optional):

Your email address:


Type your comment below: