Hmm...
Professor James Moriarty was a character from Conan Doyle's
Sherlock Holmes stories, Holmes' arch enemy and described as the "Napoleon of Crime". Holmes claimed to have detected Moriarty's hand behind much of the more significant organised criminal activity in London and indeed England. He's passed into the canon as a sinister and coldly evil criminal mastermind, despite only ever having "appeared" in two of Conan Doyle's Holmes stories (and those being indirect appearances at that). This book purports to expose the true nature of the man, described by his lieutenant, Colonel Sebastian Moran.
I had expected a novel of sorts, and one that stuck reasonably well to Conan Doyle's vision. What arrived was presented more in the way of a scrapbook, with diary entries, sketches, maps, theatre tickets and the like. That in itself would have been no particularly bad thing and the format may provide some amusement, but it does give the book (a small one to be sure) the air of a Christmas stocking novelty (along the lines of those
Monty Python annuals or the like) rather than a serious book.
To compound matters, it does rather spoil the well-developed Holmes-Moriarty brand. Now, I'm no Holmes purist (indeed it's been quite a few years since I ploughed through my dog-eared, broken-backed compleat Holmes) but I do believe that Conan Doyles' universe has a moderate degree of sanctity. I have no objection at all to modern attempts to add to the richness of the canon, but they must make an attempt to remain consistent and faithful. To digress slightly, the publicity posters for Guy Richie's recent sequel bear the tagline "Bigger, Better, Funnier" (or something similarly crass). As if Sherlock Holmes is a comedy figure! /That/ concept I cannot bear, and I'm afraid that this book /also/ commits the heinous crime of trying to be funny.
So, instead of the implacable, calculating, ascetic and icily sane evil genius, Moriarty becomes a deluded, obsessive, slightly loopy buffoon with a Napoleon complex AND a persecution complex. His diary entries retcon his shady involvement into ALL of Holmes and Watson's adventures: that was never the case in the original stories and in my opinion the canon is not up for grabs. There are sketches of Moriarty's crime-perpetrating inventions,
Wile E Coyote-esque and annotated with rather immature scribbles such as "secret plan pocket - can also carry pipe tobacco" and childishly defaced photos of his Baker Street enemy.
As a result, I can only conclude that it is a rather misguided attempt to ride the wave of Holmes' recent popular resurgance and, while it may appeal to those who have never read Conan Doyle, it cheapens the value of the real Holmes/Moriarty story and I doubt that it will please many "real" Holmes fans.
A /generous/ two stars.
Afterword: Just think. For less than four times the cost, you could own the excellent
Granada TV adaptation box-set. It would certainly last a good deal longer than this and Eric Porter makes a diabolically excellent (or excellently diabolical) Moriarty.