“The Final Solution,” in a nutshell, is a story of an elderly Sherlock Holmes, even if he is never named. Unfortunately, this is not actually a particularly exciting or engaging story. What made it compelling for me (but maddening for my wife – we read it aloud together) was the language. Chabon’s average sentence length was probably about 40 words. Couple that with some unusual and very fresh descriptions, and you have prose that takes a lot of work to digest, but the aftertaste is fantastic.
I’m glad this was a short book (130-ish pages), because I would have needed it to be a more engrossing story otherwise. It turns out that an elderly Sherlock is also a rather less interesting Sherlock. There was little actual deduction and really little action at all. There was also little of his famously unsociable personality on display. And strangely, the penultimate chapter was from the perspective of a parrot.
Three words that describe this book: verbose, descriptive, obtuse
You might want to pick this book up if: You’re a big Sherlock fan, though don’t expect something exactly like Doyle’s tales. You may also want to check it out if you love language.