I spend my days without remembering that this month was the 96th anniversary of the death of Conan Doyle, the writer who, by his own conviction or burdened by prejudices about popular literature, despised Holmes believing that he was not up to the height of his historical novels. To the point, as is known, of killing him in 1893 by throwing him through the cataracts of Reichenbach... to be forced to resurrect him ten years later before the thous…
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I spend my days without remembering that this month was the 96th anniversary of the death of Conan Doyle, the writer who, by his own conviction or burdened by prejudices about popular literature, despised Holmes believing that he was not up to the height of his historical novels. To the point, as is known, of killing him in 1893 by throwing him through the cataracts of Reichenbach... to be forced to resurrect him ten years later before the thous…