There is a phenomenon in the reading community where readers hate on other people for liking a film adaptation of a book if they haven’t read the book first. I have to admit that I am guilty of both hating people for not reading the book first, and of being one of the people who didn’t read the book first. You can call this hypocrisy, because it is. My love of Sherlock Holmes is the perfect example of when I was guilty of this crime against literature. Up until recently, my exposure to Sherlock Holmes was limited to movies, television, and one short story that I read in high school. Yet, I consider Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson to be two of my favorite literary characters of all time. What can I say? Didactic displays of logic and intellect thrill me.
Additionally, thanks to the BBC’s Sherlock (2010-present) and Guy Ritchie’s Sherlock Holmes (2009), I fell in love with the relationship between Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson. In my mind, they are the ultimate bromance: a perfect example of two very different people who can work together to do good while exchanging witty banter. Because I can never get enough Holmes and Watson in my life, I decided that I was [finally] going to read all of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes stories and novels. I had no idea that this decision was going to ruin everything. During my journey through Doyle’s 56 short stories and four novels, I had to come to terms with a very hard truth: the original Dr. Watson is a complete moron.