Wayne Worcester has completely missed the Sherlockian boat I'm afraid. Yes the book features two characters familiarly named Holmes and Watson, but neither of these fellows behave anything like Conan Doyle's timeless creations. We are treated to rather bizarre political and sexual views that paint our heroes in poor light. This tasteless excuse for Sherlockiana is quite likely the worst thing I've read since the abysmally bad Samba for Sherlock. Do yourself a favour if you are a Holmes fan...give this one a miss! ( )