In many respects, this is a fabulously entertaining book. In fact, it is one of those novels that are read in a day and finished with a sense of regret - a feeling that the novel has finished too soon. In that sense, this book is a complete success. It could barely be otherwise - filling in as it does the tantalising "missing years" of Sherlock Holmes: in between his tumble with Moriarty and his sudden appearance from the abyss as a bookseller to a startled Watson when Sir Arthur gave in to public pressure. So Holmes, in this "pastiche", makes his way to India and then to Tibet, in the company of a sidekick who will be superbly familiar to readers of Kipling. And what a "ripping yarn" it is too, and free from the necessity of emulating the deceptively unique voice of Watson, the author does a tremendous job. To relate any of the events would be to spoil the plot. To Holmes purists, there are one or two gaffes (from time to time he needs the odd concept explained, which in Conan Doyle's vision he would easily have known), but overall the narrative zips along with familiarity and style. Of course, to worry about canonical inaccuracies would be to miss one of the essential themes of this work: adopting Sherlock Holmes into a pro-Tibetan mindset makes the book such an argument for the freedom of Tibet and means more to so many more people than any Richard Gere fronted documentary. After all, Holmes is the epitome of civilisation and natural fairness, and his realisation of Tibetan buddhist essence is the ultimate in popular support. All in all, this is a fine book.