The more I write about Arthur Conan Doyle the more I understand his frustration with Sherlock Holmes. To Conan Doyle, Holmes became the name that brought him wealth but also stood between him and his personal goals as a writer.
In the years that have elapsed since then the public fascination has not changed and this is reflected in my own books where the ones concerning Sherlock Holmes outsell those concerning Conan Doyle.
I am not entirely innocent in this direction either. I have read precious little of Conan Doyle's work outside of Holmes. I have read his autobiography, some of A Duet, and one or two of his Round the Fire Stories but that's it.
I don't generally make resolutions but this year I intend to make a concerted effort to read more of Conan Doyle's non-Holmes output. I think it is the best way open to me to honour this great writer.