I finished reading “The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes” this morning, the first time I’ve read any Holmes stories since the time when I was 13 and obsessed with all things Holmes. The stories had all the atmosphere and intrigue I remember, but many of them turned on such a small point that they hardly seemed worthy of being entire “adventures.” The pattern of “survivor of old romance/battle/shipwreck/crime returns to exact punishment on those who turned him down/left him for dead/turned him in/ratted him out” was used more than a few times, as well, providing a convenient plot twist that couldn’t be known without a revelation from the past. I couldn’t help but imagine Holmes and Watson as they appeared in the Granada TV series we used to watch on Channel 7, starring Jeremy Brett as Holmes, and in kind of a Two Darrins on “Bewitched” situation, both David Burke and Edward Hardwicke at Dr. Watson. The series was really well done, as I remember, and they managed to film almost all 60 Holmes stories before Brett’s untimely death in 1995. Now if I could just find my Sherlock Holmes sonnet I wrote for Mrs. Finley‘s 8th grade English class…