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ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE AND THE PHILOSOPHY OF PURE DEDUCTION

De : Boris Kriger
Lu par : Jennifer Perket
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Sherlock Holmes never deduced anything in his life.He glanced at a stranger and named his regiment, his climate, and his wound. He looked at a battered hat and described a marriage in decline. He noticed that a dog had failed to bark and knew who had walked into the stable. Readers have called this reasoning for more than a century. It is something else, and the difference matters more than any error in a logic textbook, because the man who invented it spent the last twenty years of his life discovering what happens when that something else is turned loose on the real world.This book takes the most celebrated moments in the Sherlock Holmes stories one at a time and asks a simple question of each: what did the detective actually know, and what had already been decided for him by the author before the scene began? The answers are surprising, occasionally comic, and never diminishing. The stories survive the examination. What does not survive is the word on the cover.Then the book turns to Arthur Conan Doyle himself, who twice stepped out of fiction to investigate real criminal cases and freed two innocent men through patient, brilliant, entirely unmagical work — and who also studied two photographs of paper fairies taken by a pair of schoolgirls and defended them in print for the rest of his life. The usual explanation is grief, credulity, or old age. None of them survive the dates. The real explanation is stranger and far more useful, and it connects the sunniest hours in Baker Street to the saddest afternoons in a darkened séance room.A book about a beloved detective, a divided author, and the quiet human hunger that produced them both: the wish to live in a world where every trace can be read and nothing is ever wasted.©2026 Boris Kriger (P)2026 Boris Kriger
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