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In My Favourite Novelist and His Best Book, Arthur Conan Doyle steps away from detective tales and war memoirs to pay heartfelt homage to the writer who shaped his literary vision—Sir Walter Scott. With reverence and critical insight, Doyle unveils his personal literary compass, reflecting on the life, works, and unmatched storytelling of the author he most admired. This short autobiographical essay is not merely a fan's tribute—it's a literary love letter and a window into Doyle's own creative mind. He discusses what made Scott's characters immortal, what novel he considers Scott's finest achievement, and how those stories influenced his own narrative craft. For readers curious about the books that shaped the creator of Sherlock Holmes, this essay is an essential piece of the puzzle—a thoughtful, passionate meditation on reading, writing, and literary greatness.
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Autobiographical Writings
My Favourite Novelist and His Best Book
BIBLIOGRAPHIC NOTE
My Favourite Novelist and His Best Book
Brief Introduction
The Art of Building a Character
Sherlock Holmes Day
The Power of Backstories
Subtextual Human Emotions
Arthur Conan Doyle
Early Life and Education
Medical Studies and Early Career
The Birth of Sherlock Holmes
Other Literary Works
Personal Life
Spiritualism and Later Life
Honours and Legacy
Table of Contents
Cover
In April 1897 Munsey's Magazine began publishing a series of articles in which leading writers of the day discussed their favourite authors and what they considered to be their best books. The following authors contributed to the series:
William Dean Howells, April 1897Brander Matthews, May 1897Frank R. Stockton, June 1897Mrs. Burton Harrison, July 1897S.R. Crockett, August 1897Paul Bourget, September 1897Bret Harte, October 1897W. Clark Russell, November 1897Anthony Hope, December 1897Arthur Conan Doyle, January 1898Sir Walter Besant, February 1898Ian Maclaren, March 1898Jerome K. Jerome, April 1898IF some fairy godmother were to lead me into the reading room of the British Museum, and to say to me, "Upon these walls you will find the works of all the great story tellers of the world. Look at them well, weigh one against the other, and when you have quite made up your mind which is the greatest, you will yourself be endowed with that writer's virtues and failings," I should then, I think, approach the question with a keener sense of criticism and a more resolute effort to be clear in my own literary aims. But I know that the task would be a hard one, for I am catholic in my tastes, and every form of fiction—be it good of its kind—appeals to my admiration as freely as every flower in a garden. I have no sympathy for the petty critics who cannot enjoy Flaubert without belittling Scott, or relish a romance without sneering at the modern problem novel. They are all good—if they be but good of their kind—and there is room and to spare for all of them, if they serve to interest some section of the public.
The idea that the writing of a novel is a sort of exact science, only to be approached in certain ways and along certain lines, by realism or by romance, is the utmost pedantry and cant. Here is the writer and there is the audience. Let him seek his subject where he will. Let him treat it how he will. But let him hold that audience—and if he continue to hold it long enough to show that his power does not spring from any passing fashion, he has then a real vocation, whether he deal with the court of a medieval king or that of an East End slum.