IN RE: SHERLOCK HOLMES – THE ADVENTURES OF SOLAR PONS BOOK 1 – August Derleth

As the strong man exults in his physical ability, delighting in such exercises as call his muscles into action, so glories the analyst in that moral activity which disentangles. He derives pleasure from even the most trivial occupations bringing his talents into play. He is fond of enigmas, of conundrums, of hieroglyphics; exhibiting in his solutions of each a degree of acumen which appears to the ordinary apprehension preternatural.

Solar Pons to a T, or Sherlock Holmes, actually, as August Derleth had wanted to call his ratiocinating private detective until Arthur Conan Doyle, who’d decided not to write any more Holmes stories, told him “No.” Undaunted, Derleth came up with a new name for the star of his Holmes pastiches, giving birth to Mr. Pons. It should be elementary to wonder what credit, if any, Doyle himself gave to the creator of Holmes’s precursor, Monsieur C. Auguste Dupin, as the quotation above, which describes Dupinto the same T as it does Holmes/Pons, was penned by Edgar Allen Poe in his prologue to The Murders in the Rue Morgue, a story first published in 1841.My exhaustiveresearch has turned up no evidence of legal threatsby Poe’s literary guardians to prevent Doyle from naming hisdetective Dupin, nor any inkling Doyle had even the slightest interesteverindoingso.

A disclaimer of sorts is appropriate at this point, as I should disclose a markedaversion to ratiocination despite the amusement of trying to pronounce it perfectly ten times in a single breath whilstkeeping in mindprecisely what it means. The aforementioned prologue to Rue Morgueprovides a terrifyingly complex explanation of how the mind of Dupin/Holmes/Pons solves mysteries no other living soul could ever hope to fathom without extraterrestrial or exotic chemical assistance.

C. Auguste Dupin

I suspect my disinclination to embrace mystery-solving by means of such techniques as determining beyond doubt froma barely visible filament of wool adhering to a pants cuff that the wearer of said pants had arrived aboardthe Orient Express, Coach #7,from a remote village in Bangladesh...uh, where was I?I don’t have patience for such folderol unless it appears in something light and short, such as August Derleth’s quickie, deftly craftedstories featuring Solar Pons and his faithful assistant/stenographerDr. Lyndon Parker. The collection’s odd title, In Re: Sherlock Holmes – The Adventures of Solar Pons Book 1, is an homage to Derleth’s debut Ponscollection’s homage to the forbidden Holmes. Shamefully, having grown up an hour’s drive from Derleth’s home town inWisconsin, it’s the only one of his many works I have read, and read only after the cumulative guilt fromreading Friday’s Forgotten Books bloggingfriends’ enthusiastic reviews of Derleth’s workfinally last week nagged my fickle forefinger to the one-click download button on Amazon.com’s Kindle version of In Re...Book 1. [breathe]

Holmes v. Pons

So why did it take me so long to “discover” August Derleth? Let me list some pathetic reasons:

• His work wasn’t taught in my schools because he was local, and therefore not a “serious” writer.
• I didn’t know he wrote Sherlock Holmes pastiches. Yet, altho I went thru a serious Holmes phase years ago, I was never tempted to join the Williamsburg, Va., chapter of The Baker Street Irregulars.
• My dad bad-mouthed him, thinking him not a “successful” writer (he was hoping to discourage my interest in writing), which meant he was “a little nuts,” altho my dad had tried to write a mystery and abandoned it after a couple chapters and warned me not to tell anyone because people would think him “a little nuts” (one was always “a little nuts” until one actually wrote a novel that made a lot of money, altho every now and again he’d assure me that “everybody’s a little nuts” (he was a lawyer and had to cover all of the bases, win every argument), but then August Derleth was really nuts because “HE MARRIED A TEENAGER!!!” I was barely a teenager myself when on one of our family visits to Madison to “eat out” he pointed at Derleth with a young woman walking near the Capitol. THERE HE IS! LOOK AT HIM WITH HIS TEENAGE WIFE!!! True, Derleth looked old enuf to be the woman’s grandfather, and, back then and at my impressionable age, pretty much completely under the thumb of an egomaniacally fucked-up father, I agreed, with a murmur, thinking the man might have been at least somewhat nuts. And, sad as it is to recognize and acknowledge, this likely was the emotional toxin that kept me from August Derleth’s work until last week.

So, then,did I enjoy the dozen Solar Pons adventures contained in this collection? Elementary, my dear friends. I’d forgotten how much fun I’d had reading Arthur Conan Doyle’s stories, and I found some neat treasures in the Pons stories, to boot, whichI shall present as little mysteries for you to solve. The game is now afoot!

August Derleth

From The Adventure of the Sotheby Salesman, something in this quoteshouldremind you of another,more popular fictional detective (hint – one of his most outrageous cases involved tweaking the ego of a certain powerful Washington, D.C. bureaucrat): “For some moments Pons stood gazing with rapt interest at the lowered window, his eyes slightly narrow now, his lips pushing out and in in his customary fashion when deep in thought.”

Answer aloud what bell doth ringin thisquote from The Adventure of the Purloined Periapt:“I have used these lads before your time, Parker. And no doubt I shall use them after. They are remarkably alert. I call them my Praed Street Irregulars.”

And this, from The Adventure of the Seven Passengers(you may shout it out):“Pons regarded Baron Ennesfred Kroll as the prototype of the arch-criminal, and found himself ultimately involved in several adventures in which he recognized the hand of the baron, before he was enabled to trap him.”

Delightful as these stories are, I found myself thoroughly absorbed in the background on August Derleth and Solar Pons provided by three devotees: David Marcum (Regarding Sherlock Holmes), Derrick Belanger(Many Firsts), and Vincent Starrett (In Re: Sherlock Holmes).

I wish to hell someone hadled me to August Derleth’s enchanted world long ago...long, long ago. 

 

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