In this classic mystery set in 19th-century England, Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson are faced with discovering the truth behind the curse on the wealthy Baskerville family.
We owe The Hound of the Baskervilles (1902) to Arthur Conan Doyle's good friend Fletcher "Bobbles" Robinson, who took him to visit some scary English moors and prehistoric ruins, and told him marvelous local legends about escaped prisoners and a 17th-century aristocrat who fell afoul of the family dog.
Doyle transmogrified the legend: generations ago, a hound of hell tore …
In this classic mystery set in 19th-century England, Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson are faced with discovering the truth behind the curse on the wealthy Baskerville family.
We owe The Hound of the Baskervilles (1902) to Arthur Conan Doyle's good friend Fletcher "Bobbles" Robinson, who took him to visit some scary English moors and prehistoric ruins, and told him marvelous local legends about escaped prisoners and a 17th-century aristocrat who fell afoul of the family dog.
Doyle transmogrified the legend: generations ago, a hound of hell tore out the throat of devilish Hugo Baskerville on the moonlit moor. Poor, accursed Baskerville Hall now has another mysterious death: that of Sir Charles Baskerville. Could the culprit somehow be mixed up with secretive servant Barrymore, history-obsessed Dr. Frankland, butterfly-chasing Stapleton, or Selden, the Notting Hill murderer at large? Someone's been signaling with candles from the mansion's windows. Nor can supernatural forces be ruled out. Can Dr. Watson--left alone by Sherlock Holmes to sleuth in fear for much of the novel--save the next Baskerville, Sir Henry, from the hound's fangs?
Many Holmes fans prefer Doyle's complete short stories, but their clockwork logic doesn't match the author's boast about this novel: it's "a real Creeper!" What distinguishes this particular Hound is its fulfillment of Doyle's great debt to Edgar Allan Poe--it's full of ancient woe, low moans, a Grimpen Mire that sucks ponies to Dostoyevskian deaths, and locals digging up Neolithic skulls without next-of-kins' consent. "The longer one stays here the more does the spirit of the moor sink into one's soul," Watson realizes. "Rank reeds and lush, slimy water-plants sent an odour of decay ... while a false step plunged us more than once thigh-deep into the dark, quivering mire, which shook for yards in soft undulations around our feet ... it was as if some malignant hand was tugging us down into those obscene depths." Read on--but, reader, watch your step! --Tim Appelo, Goodreads Review
Esta novela es una de las cumbres de Conan Doyle, si no la mayor. Es capaz de mantener al lector atrapado sin resistirse a seguir leyendo capítulo tras capítulo.
Al contrario que en otros autores de misterio, no es, en mi opinión, tan extraordinario el misterio en sí, o su resolución más o menos sorpresiva, como la tensión narrativa y la trama de historias secundarias que va tejiendo.
A pesar de ser el autor un apasionado del espiritismo y otras "ciencias" ocultas, no cayó en el error de hacer una simple historia de miedo, sino que guía a Holmes y Watson (el verdadero protagonista esta vez) en todo momento por los caminos de la deducción y la lógica para crear una obra fascinante.
Imprescindible.
Review of 'Sherlock Holmes - Der Hund der Baskervilles' on 'Goodreads'
3,0 stars
Zum ersten Mal auf Deutsch gelesen, zum ersten Mal eine neuere Übersetzung. Die Übersetzung von "Gipsy" mit "Roma" ist mir arg aufgestoßen, zumal die erwähnten "gipsies" sicher Irish travellers und eben nicht Roma sind. "These magnates" zu "diesen Großkopferten" zu machen, behagt mir nicht, auch wenn es im Zusammenhang ein wenig besser passt als man zuerst meint. "Frankland v. Regina" zum Prozess "Frankland gegen den Staat" werden zu lassen - kann man nicht wenigstens "Krone" sagen? Also: Eine solide, mir etwas zu modernisierte Übersetzung.
