Books are always better then movies. Always. Period. But. For some reason I just can't find a flaw with this character of Conan Doyle. Not that he is perfect at all, but his logic and reasoning surpasses all his challenges, so much that it is almost boring for me to read the whole story, rather, i just want to know who is the murderer, the thief or how Holmes came to final conclusion. He walks into a room, makes a comment about Watson's undeveloped detective skills, and there he resolves the whole thing in about 3 minutes that he spent observing the crime scene. Now, what I miss is for him to struggle a bit more, to be puzzled beyond reality of understanding what cannot be seen by the untrained eye of a Scotland Yard overpaied and lazy police officer. Lack of attention to details is what Holmes doesn't suffer off, but his superiority is what makes him a too quick a read. Or maybe I just got used to Jo Nesbo and his detective Harry Hole who needs 300 or more pages to resolve a single criminal murder, and that is with much more effort and struggle. But at least you get to love or hate the poor guy. Not so with Holmes.
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