On this day in 1892, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes was published. Shortly thereafter, the titular brilliant sleuth was pressganged by philosophers into service as Exemplary Non-existent Object. Regrettably, his skill at singlestick did not save him, and poor Dr. Watson was shanghai’d, too. They have served notably as stock examples of things that do not exist, of characters that exhibit contradictory properties (Dr. Watson’s war wound is described as first in his shoulder and then in his leg), and of instances of cases where what we know to be true about the real world complicates how we evaluate what is true according to the story (the speckled band is not a constrictor, and as such, could not have climbed down the rope to bite the victim.)
But leave that aside.
Sherlock Holmes first appeared in 1887 in A Study in Scarlet. His coldly analytic mind, novel “deductive” method, and incisive powers of observation won him fans worldwide. It made his author, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, want to kill him. That’s perhaps a bit too strong (though there is a biography of Conan Doyle titled to that effect), but it’s a curious problem. Holmes would dominate Conan Doyle’s public reputation to his despair, but the character was too brilliant to be killed believably, and too profitable to be killed permanently.
Holmes’ creation was influenced by other detective fiction, and Conan Doyle memorably pays homage and chucks the chin of Holmes’ predecessors in the opening of a Study in Scarlet, shortly after Dr. Watson discovers what it is his new flatmate does to support himself:
“You remind me of Edgar Allan Poe’s Dupin. I had no idea that such individuals did exist outside of stories.”
Sherlock Holmes rose and lit his cigarette. “No doubt you think that you are complimenting me in comparing me to Dupin,” he observed. “Now, in my opinion, Dupin was a very inferior fellow. That trick of his of breaking in on his friends’ thoughts with an apropos remark after a quarter of an hour’s silence is really very showy and superficial. He had some analytical genius, no doubt; but he was by no means such a phenomenon as Poe appeared to imagine.”
“Have you read Gaboriau’s works?” I asked. “Does Lecoq come up to your idea of a detective?”
Sherlock Holmes sniffed sardonically. “Lecoq was a miserable bungler,” he said, in an angry voice; “he had only one thing to recommend him, and that was his energy. That book made me positively ill. The question was how to identify an unknown prisoner. I could have done it in twenty-four hours. Lecoq took six months or so. It might be made a textbook for detectives to teach them what to avoid.”
Holmes, of course, has influenced everything from cartoon mice to misanthropic medical doctors. (Do not get me started on House. I could go all day.)
It is largely Holmes’ method, however, that I wish to discuss. It is not a deductive method, strictly speaking, but an inductive method, one highly dependent not just on powers of observation, but on a specialized set of knowledge. Sometimes the success of the method strains credulity, because the information one would need to know to make sense of the observation just so happens to be the sort of obscure thing on which Holmes has published a monograph. Conan Doyle was aware of this flaw, captured well in this anecdote:
A cabby, dropping him off, asked for a ticket to that night’s lecture instead of a fare.
”How on earth did you recognize me?” Doyle asked.
The cabman replied: ”If you will excuse me, your coat lapels are badly twisted downward, where they have been grasped by the pertinacious New York reporters. Your hair has the Quakerish cut of a Philadelphia barber, and your hat, battered at the brim in front, shows where you have tightly grasped it, in the struggle to stand your ground at a Chicago literary luncheon. Your right shoe has a large block of Buffalo mud just under the instep; the odor of a Utica cigar hangs about your clothing. . . . And, of course, the labels on your case give a full account of your recent travels — just below the brass plaque reading ‘Conan Doyle.’ ”
That said, sometimes Holmes’ method is just great:
“Is there any other point to which you would wish to draw my attention?”
“To the curious incident of the dog in the night-time.”
“The dog did nothing in the night-time.”
“That was the curious incident,” remarked Sherlock Holmes.
So hot.
15 comments
October 31, 2008 at 3:17 pm
Vance
Lecoq was a miserable bungler
The joke (and I’m pretty sure it was intended as one) is that Holmes is taking the most naive philosophical position about the existence of the fictional character — his patchy cultural awareness is one of his endearing quirks. So did philosophers take to the stories because Holmes expressed a position on these questions, or because he’s an avatar of the Aspergerish nerd?
October 31, 2008 at 3:21 pm
dana
The latter, I suspect. Plus, once one person uses an example, it tends to stick.
October 31, 2008 at 3:37 pm
kid bitzer
perhaps because fans of the series are themselves most prone to treat sh as tho a real person?
clubs, tours, irregulars, etc.
October 31, 2008 at 4:34 pm
tom
So I read this entry on sh which closes with the famous quote from Silver Blaze, then I go to Sully who quotes someone quoting the very same thing.
Bizarre.
October 31, 2008 at 6:10 pm
onymous
Do not get me started on House. I could go all day.
Please do.
October 31, 2008 at 8:54 pm
tf smith
Sherlock met his match in Irene Adler.
Nick and Nora Charles in the 19th Century.
October 31, 2008 at 9:06 pm
dana
That woman!
October 31, 2008 at 9:30 pm
Vance
Bizarre.
Since Mark Haddon, the phrase is everywhere.
October 31, 2008 at 10:55 pm
urbino
Nick and Nora Charles in the 19th Century.
Not to mention Dick and Dora.
November 1, 2008 at 6:42 am
Matt W
the curious incident of the dog in the night-time.
I used this very argument (simplified somewhat) in the first lecture of my intro logic class to demonstrate what a deductive argument doesn’t look like.
House is surely influenced by Holmes (who was modeled on Conan Doyle’s actual teacher of medicine, wasn’t he?), but he also draws on Berton Roueché‘s tales of real life medical mysteries. The first-episode subplot about the guy who turns orange is straight from Roueché. I suggested it to James Fallows as a replacement for the inaccurate boiled-frog cliché — if you turned orange all in one day you’d notice it, if you do so over decades of tomato-and-carrot overdosing you won’t — but that bastard never comes through.
November 1, 2008 at 7:17 am
Levi Stahl
Several years ago Pierre Bayard published
a book arguing that Hercule Poirot reached the wrong conclusion in The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, offering instead a different solution based only on textual evidence. It’s a lot of fun if you’re even a little bit a fan of Christie.
For his newest book, which has just been published in English, he’s turned to Holmes: Sherlock Holmes Was Wrong: Reopening the Case of the Hound of the Baskervilles. Holmes, even more than Poirot, seems ripe for this sort of treatment; I think even Watson would surely have enjoyed seeing him shown up now and then. I’m looking forward to reading it as soon as I have a weekend free to read The Hound and Bayard’s book back to back.
November 1, 2008 at 7:21 am
dana
Holmes was modeled on a medical professor Doyle had.
House the character is loosely modeled on Holmes (fetishizing reason, science, attention to minutiae, misanthropic, narcotic addiction, musical talents, friend named Wilson, lives at 221 X, etc.) , but the plots of House the show pull from lots of different sources. And the deductive method seems to go naturally with the medical context, because differential diagnosis works within a system where the body of knowledge is reasonably well-defined and codified (and whatever isn’t can be waved away because it’s Tv Medicine.)
First-season House was so much better than fifth-season House. “You’re orange, you moron.”
November 1, 2008 at 8:09 am
kid bitzer
saw house once, thought it was okay. nice to see laurie not playing bertie or the equivalent in blackadder. (the brainless toff–he’s brilliant at it, and very funny, but it’s also good to be able to act).
the episode i watched seemed to be a long series of misdirections. e.g., a long subplot about getting the dna of the parents in order to establish that the child was adopted, when it turned out that house could tell this automatically by the presence of a chin-cleft, which is genetically linked. (who knew?)
just seemed to be a lot of dropped clues that were never picked up, a lot of irrelevant knowledge that didn’t turn out to matter, etc.
i.e.–lousy writers.
conan doyle is not logically brilliant, but at least in his short stories he never overstays his welcome. the longer books have some omissable bits, though it is fun to see how clearly the first generation saw that mormonism is a vicious cult. before it got all respectable and all, and started pouring money into anti-gay campaigns.
November 1, 2008 at 11:08 am
Matt W
I recently read someone talking about how in Study in Scarlet and “The Five Orange Pips” Conan Doyle presents the Mormons and the Ku Klux Klan as horrible sinister secret societies, and at the time the second was controversial and the first wasn’t. Of course when I read “The Five Orange Pips” I thought “K.K.K., that means Ku Klux Klan to me but for Doyle it surely didn’t.”
I also think “The Five Orange Pips” is the one where Watson’s wife goes to stay with her mother, which raises some of the questions Dana was talking about, because in The Sign of Four she’s an orphan.
November 1, 2008 at 7:10 pm
Dan
Levi Stahl writes: “Several years ago Pierre Bayard published a book arguing that Hercule Poirot reached the wrong conclusion….”
Many years ago, James Thurber wrote a story arguing that Macbeth didn’t do it (it was really Banquo’s ghost, who wasn’t a ghost, but a minor character making a reappearance).
These arguments raise all kinds of delightful questions about how one goes about proving or disproving things about fictional murders, when the fictional matrix in which they are embedded makes very specific assertions about whodunit. If the text implies that Poirot is always right, then isn’t he right, even when he’s wrong? There’s a hermeneutical problem for you….