Sherlock Holmes & the Ripper of Whitechapel Hardcover – 3 November 2020

I've read a lot of books on Jack the Ripper and a few where Sherlock Holmes meets the Whitechapel killer. I think this is the best - I couldn't put it down which is always the sign of a good book. The facts, such a we know them, were accurate but not forced and would not be off-putting to anybody who hasn't looked into the case of Jack the Ripper.Unlike other reviewers I wasn't put off by the use of the word 'blocks' in the American sense as Holmes may well have gone to solve crimes in America and picked up that word. The word "fall" was the only one that stood out, particularly as this period is often referred to as the Autumn of terror.Without giving away anything that would spoil it I thought the use of the very-adaptable Goulston Street message, coupled with the belief that JTR was left-handed worked very well. Along with details from the Sherlock Holmes stories it all dovetailed nicely.Highly recommended! Thanks

Great story intertwined with real events.

A must for sherlock holmes fans.

It's always problematic to have Holmes narrate one of his own adventures. Conan Doyle himself only did it once, in a very short story. The author has the impossible problem of depicting, or not depicting, the inner thought processes of the world's first and only Consulting Detective. It's even more problematical to have the case Holmes works on be a real, famous and unsolved mystery... in this case the mystery posed by serial killer Jack the Ripper. The author is simply not up to handling these two problems in a way that gives any satisfaction to the reader. Watson himself is hardly ever present in the narrative, a plot necessity given that when Sir Charles Warren asks Holmes to tackle the Ripper case, all the clues Holmes finds indicate that Watson himself is the Ripper! The "mystery" is very poorly constructed and I guessed the identity of the actual Ripper (correctly) as early as 1/4-th of the way through the novel. Holmes himself mopes and agonizes in an entirely feminine way, totally at odds with the cold and nearly emotionless detective depicted by Conan Doyle. One of the major things that bothered me in reading the adventure, even so, was the totally wrong use of first names in dialogue between characters. Mrs. Hudson would NEVER refer to Holmes as "Sherlock," for instance. In the Victorian era it was last names only, even between the closest of friends. A Victorian vocabulary is also not convincingly or accurately maintained throughout.This novel offers very, very little in the way of another worthy adventure of Holmes and Watson that fans expect and deserve. Give it a total miss, unless you are fascinated by modes of literary failure.

I enjoyed a SH story where Watson was actually a suspect! Well written version of the Ripper case.