Great Books of the World 28


“Life is actually a series of encounters
in which one event may change those
that follow in a wholly unpredictable,
even devastating way.”

from Jurassic Park

Today’s selection of classic books is somewhat unusual but it will illuminate how even different and seemingly unconnected books can influence a generation of readers in the same, influential way. As it is unusual, for me, to write about Gothic horror, I would like to warn readers of a nervous disposition to close this post now, and come back next week when the beauty, gentleness, and kindness in books will be restored.

Just to get you in the right mood, here is a clip from Nosferatu (1922) (watch it from behind your sofa):



1859  –  1930

Arthur Conan Doyle was born in 1859 in Edinburgh and educated at Stonyhurst College and Edinburgh University. He qualified as a doctor and had a practice in Southsea, Portsmouth.

Stonyhurst College

Edinburgh University

The success of his creation, the detective, Sherlock Holmes, enabled Conan Doyle to abandon his career as a doctor to live by his pen; his ambition to make his literary reputation by writing historical novels rather than tales of detection was, however, rejected by readers as well as publishers, who demanded to read more of the stories about the eccentric detective whose genius has held readers in thrall for more than a century now.

It would be hard to name another modern literary character who has achieved such international celebrity. Sherlock Holmes’ several intriguing qualities are immediately apparent: the excitable intellect, the passion for scientific inquiry, the preternatural skill at quickly interpreting, in revelatory detail, evidence that is in plain sight but invisible to everyone else.

A little taste of one of Sherlock Holmes’s favourite composers, Mendelsshon:


Conan Doyle’s conception of a scientific, rationally deductive detective was based in part upon Dr Joseph Bell, a professor with whom the author had studied during his medical education at the University of Edinburgh. “He was a very skilful surgeon,” Conan Doyal wrote in his autobiography, “but his strong point was a diagnosis, not only of disease but of occupation and character.”

Dr Joseph Bell

Combining Bell’s diagnostic  gifts with elements drawn from the early detective tales of Edgar Allan Poe and Wilkie Collins, Conan Doyle imagined an investigator who would solve cases “on his own merits and not through the folly of the criminal.”

Edgar Allan Poe

Wilkie Collins

This was one of the reasons that perhaps for the first time in the genre, the detective himself became the focus of the reader’s fascination that was quick to take hold.

The editor of The Strand Magazine asked Dr Conan Doyle to write a few detective stories, and if the author had his way that might have been the end of Sherlock Holmes. When The Strand asked for more Holmes stories, Conan Doyle named an exorbitant price as a deterrent; to his surprise, they readily agreed to his terms. After this second set of cases had run, The Strand requested twelve more, and again the author named a price he was sure would be prohibitive. Once more the magazine happily agreed. Sherlock Holmes proved too popular to be put to rest.

Indeed, eager to be free of his creation, Conan Doyle completed this additional Strand commission with “The Final Problem,” a story in which he seemed to kill Holmes off in an encounter with his arch-enemy. The outrage among readers was such that the author eventually reopened the Holmes casebook, producing a stream of new stories throughout the rest of his writing career.


Doyle also wrote historical romances and his scientific novel The Lost World was the first of a series of stories to feature the cantankerous Professor Challenger. No one believes controversial scientist Professor Challenger’s story about prehistoric animals still living on a remote plateau in South America, so he takes an expedition back there to prove it.

Among the team is our narrator, the journalist, Edward Malone. What they find in the furthest stretches of the River Amazon is shocking, terrifying, and life-threatening. Will they all survive their trip back in time?

The tension in Conan Doyle’s fascinating adventure builds slowly, and he describes in detail the flora and fauna the team encounters along the way. His basic idea has inspired many other novels and films over the years, including Michael Crichton’s The Lost World and Steven Spielberg’s 1993 blockbuster Jurassic Park.

After Doyle’s son died in World War I, he devoted most of the rest of his life to the study of spiritualism and wrote several books on the subject.  He died in 1930.

An extract from The Lost World:

“Early next morning we were again afoot and found that the character of the country had changed once again. Behind us was the wall of bamboo, as definite as if marked the course of the river. In front was an open plain, sloping slightly upwards and dotted with clumps of tree-ferns, the whole curving before us until it ended in a long, whale-backed ridge. This we reached about midday, only to find a shallow valley beyond, rising once again into a gentle incline which led to a low, rounded sky-line. It was here, while we crossed the first of these hills, that an incident occurred which may or may not have been important.  

Professor Challenger, who with two locals was in the van of the party, stopped suddenly and pointed excitedly to the right. As he did so we saw, at the distance of a mile or so, something which appeared to be a huge grey bird flap slowly up from the ground and skim smoothly off, flying very low and straight, until it was lost among the tree-ferns.

‘Did you see it? cried Challenger, in exultation. “Summerlee, did you see it?’

His colleague was staring at the spot where the creature had disappeared.

‘What do you claim that it was?’ he asked.

‘To the best of my belief, a pterodactyl.’

Summerlee burst into derisive laughter ‘A pter-fiddlestick!’ said he. ‘It was a stork, if ever I saw one.’



“Do you not think that there are things
which you cannot understand,
and yet which are; that some people
see things that others cannot?”

Bram Stoker

1847  –  1912

Abraham Stoker, known as Bram, was born near Dublin and was sickly and frequently bedridden as a child. He studied at Trinity College, Dublin, then became a civil servant, working in Dublin Castle.

Trinity College Dublin

Dublin Castle

During this period, Stoker had his first stories published, became a freelance theatre critic, and befriended the great actor Sir Henry Irving, who invited him to become his secretary and touring manager, a position he would hold for the next twenty-seven years.

Sir Henry Irving

Although Stoker published some of his works earlier, it wasn’t until 1897 that his masterwork Dracula appeared, a story about a vampire, that caught the public imagination, making Count Dracula internationally famous. His creation seduced generations of readers, their thirst for blood heralding love and death, themes as old as story itself. Forbidden love, untamed passion, otherworldly desire  –  when it comes to popular fiction, who could ask for anything more?

Subverting convention in many ways, notably by making the vampire in question fallibly human and by presenting his story in his own words, Stoker’s tale also embraces the genre’s Gothic-erotic roots with relish. The result is one of the best vampire novels ever written. The book containing elements of Eastern European vampire legends, in an edition of veiled eroticism and a looming personality  –  along with a few new qualities, such as his vampire’s lack of reflection in a mirror – created an undead villain for the ages, one who still runs rampant through a century of spin-offs.

Many adaptations of Dracula followed, many imaginatively ghoulish and unforgettable.


This is a story about a horrifying Count who just won’t die. You know the character, of course, from countless cartoons, several movies, and TV shows, but have you ever actually read Bram Stoker’s Victorian horror classic, Dracula?

The outline of the story is familiar – a centuries-old vampire lures an English visitor to his castle in Transylvania, then journeys to London to seek fresh blood from his visitor’s paramour – with first mystified, then terrified, and finally horrified pursuers on his trail. But what you may not know how the formal structure of Stoke’s storytelling, adds to the suspense. The initial chapters in the book are told through the journal of the Englishman who makes the trip to the count’s eerie castle.

While exploring the ruined chapel containing fifty wooden boxes filled with earth, he comes across one where lies the Un-Dead Count, covered in blood.

The rest of the novel portrays the growing fears and awareness of an extended circle of characters through letters, telegrams, newspaper stories, diary entries, and even transcriptions of early photographic recordings. As episodes and revelations are pieced together, the reader’s apprehension mounts with the discovery of each new wound, corpse, and coffin.

Mina Harker, the Englishman’s fiancee

Through diary entries, we hear how the boxes are shipped back to England and the Count manages to turn the Englishman’s fiancee into a vampire. Can she be saved? How can Count Dracula be stopped? Stoker’s classic story is far creepier than any of the countless film versions it has inspired.


An extract from Dracula:

“There lay the Count, but looking as though his youth had been half restored, For the white hair and moustache were changed to dark iron-grey…. The mouth was redder than ever, for on his lips were gouts of fresh blood, which trickled from the corners of the mouth and ran down over the chin and neck. Even the deep, burning eyes seemed set amongst swollen flesh, for the lids and pouches underneath were bloated. It seemed as if the whole awful creature were simply gorged with blood.”


“Like one who, on a lonely road,
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And, having once turned round, walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.”

Coleridge’s “Ancient Mariner”


1797  –  1851

Mary Shelley was an English novelist who wrote the Gothic novel, Frankenstein, in 1818, which is considered an early example of science fiction. She was born in London, the daughter of two celebrated radicals, the writer Mary Wollstonecraft, and the well-known novelist and political philosopher, William Godwin.

Mary Shelley’s parents

Her parents married on 29 March 1797, and Mary was born on 30 August. Complications from her birth resulted in her mother’s death on 10 September.

When little Mary was four years old, her father remarried Mary Jane Clairmont. She brought with her two children. The only memories recorded by Mary were bad ones. She had to compete with the other children and her stepmother for the attention of her father. When she was an adolescent and started to look like her late, beautiful mother, Mary Jane sent her for two years to live in Scotland “for her health”.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

On a brief visit home, she met a poet, Percy Bysshe Shelley, who was married at the time. Over the next years, Shelley’s marriage began to disintegrate, and on meeting again with Mary, he eloped with her, although he wasn’t divorced. Various tragic events made them travel to the Continent. touring Switzerland, where they met the legendary Lord Byron.

Lord Byron

One day, Lord Byron said, “We will each write a ghost story,” detailed in Mary Shelley’s introduction to her now-famous tale of Dr Victor Frankenstein and his odd and ungainly progeny. Mary sought a theme that “would speak to the mysterious fears of our nature and awaken thrilling horror – one to make the reader dread to look round, to curdle the blood, and quicken the beating of the heart.”


Erasmus Darwin

Some days later she heard the poets discussing the experiments of Erasmus Darwin (grandfather of Charles), who “preserved a piece of vermicelli in a glass case till by some extraordinary means it began to move with voluntary motion.” That night, she lay in bed possessed by the idea that would animate her tale: “the hideous phantasm” of an assembled figure stirring to life through the machinations of a “student of unhallowed art.”

She terrified herself, but had her story – one that has been frightening readers and audiences ever since.


This is an intricate tale, told in interwoven voices. The first belongs to Robert Walton recounting his expedition to the North Pole in letters to his sister. The second belongs to the desperate, half-mad man, whom Wolton discovers sledding across the ice, Dr Victor Frankenstein, who relates the terrible history of his misbegotten project to create life on a laboratory table.

The third and most haunting voice belongs to the product of those experiments, the monstrous figure Frankenstein pursues across the Arctic, whose narrative of hope and disappointment, longing and violence, culminates in a passionate plea for a companion to share his solitude and redeem him from his murderous discontent.

For he has learned what Dr Frankenstein tragically realises only too late: the spark of life, untended by sympathy and society, is just a breath away from flaring into horrifying savagery.

Shelley’s novel is the work of a thinker, and not just the cheap thrill that countless sequels, spin-offs, and spoofs might lead one to expect. The philosophical, psychological, and ethical complexities in which she has tangled her tale deepen its strangeness and wonder. Strange and wonderful it remains, as suspenseful a monster yarn, and as absorbing a human one, as any reader could desire. The moral of the story is that no matter how clever we think we and our stupendous mechanism are, there is no chance that without a soul that we could ever better the work of the Creator of the world.

An extract from Frankenstein:

“Autumn passed thus. I saw with surprise and grief, the leaves decay and fall, and nature again assume the barren and bleak appearance it had worn when I first beheld the woods and the lovely moon. Yet I did not heed the bleakness of the weather; I was better fitted by my conformation for the endurance of cold than heat. But my chief delights were the sight of the flowers, the birds, and all the gay apparel of summer; when those deserted me, I turned with more attention towards the cottages. Their happiness was not decreased by the absence of summer. They loved and sympathised with one another; their joys, depending on each other, were not interrupted by the casualties that took place all around them. The more I saw of them, the greater became my desire to claim their protection and kindness; my heart yearned to be known and loved by these amiable creatures; to see their sweet looks directed towards me with affection was the utmost limit of my ambition. I dared not think that they would turn them from me with disdain and horror. The poor that stopped at their door were never driven away. I asked, it is true, for greater treasures than a little food or rest; I required kindness and sympathy; but I did not believe myself utterly unworthy of it.”

PS In case you were wondering, the stirring music is the original theme of the first Frankenstein film released in 1931.























73 thoughts on “Great Books of the World 28

  1. there is no time limit on responding. Take your time!


  2. Great post full of interesting information thanks. 🙂
    There is also a famous pub in the centre of Edinburgh named the Conan Doyle. I have drunk in there dozens of times, yet ask most of the customers who Conan Doyle was, and they had no idea. Strange how Sherlock Holmes became more famous than the man who wrote it!

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  3. The Lost World by Doyle is new to me, but the story of expedition to a plateau with prehistoric animals makes it interesting to read. Dracula is a blood curdling story, but it’s nice that both good and evil are represented by Helsing and Dracula. And yes, the power of garlic is there.

    But most important is the horror story of Frankenstein, who gives life to his own creation, that terribly went wrong. Disgusted, he flees in horror. Here at least the monster kills himself, but we may not expect the same thing from future monsters.

    Here the real monster is not the creation, but the creator himself. This also goes to prove that a man cannot replace God or nature, and if he does so, he is in for unseen troubles, as we see today. The moral given in your post aptly summarises it.

    The warning in the beginning of your post desisted a while from going ahead, but I found it interesting as always. Thank you, Joanna for a timely post, though I’m late in commenting.

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  4. My apologies for not thanking you earlier for your interesting addition, but I had no internet connection for most of yesterday.
    Yes, it is quite extraordinary how some creations are greater than their creators.


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  5. Dear Kaushal, you are never too late. I had a problem with being without internet for most of the day. As always, you understand every little nuance and detail that I am illuminating in the post. Thank you.


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  6. Thank you, greatly appreciated.


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  7. It’s my pleasure, Joanna!!


  8. I was really looking forward to this post from you and you most certainly didn’t disappoint! Gothic Horror is one of my favorite genres, and your choices are fabulous. I loved reading about the authors of these classic and often creepily-fun books!

    “Stoker’s classic story is far creepier than any of the countless film versions it has inspired.” Agreed to infinity and beyond. 😁

    The same is true of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. She gave the “monster” a humanity, that is flat out lacking in most modern horror tales that have used her tale as a template. Shelley created an element of pathos in Frankenstein and I believe this is what makes her work a classic and those that follow merely soulless sensationalism.

    Reading about Arthur Conan Doyle was a treat! Although I have been wonderfully entertained by his books, I didn’t know much about him. Sounds like he created his own monster in the character Sherlock Holmes!

    Again, I love all the photos and illustrations you’ve added. Fabulous post 🙌💕🌹

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  9. Thank you very much for your greatly perceptive comments. You write with a hand of a professional who is involved in books, films, and perhaps even theater. The way you spotted the moral message in Frankenstein, gives me hope for humanity!

    An elegant, poignant and wonderful review, I will cherish.


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  10. Thank you again, greatly appreciated.


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  11. stuff and poems 12/05/2021 — 12:10 pm

    Love your blog. Very informative and beautiful ❤❤


  12. Thank you so much, this is what I like to hear, and that is why I am writing. I love the heart!!


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  13. I am not one for horror stories but I am inquisitive and just had to read your post till the end, even after reading your warning. I was certainly not disappointed and especially enjoyed listening to Mendelsshon.Thank you for a great post, as usual very thought provoking and informative.


  14. stuff and poems 12/05/2021 — 1:42 pm



  15. Oh, Henrietta, how I love your wonderful comments! So kind, thank you. Greatly appreciated.
    You will enjoy this week’s one, full of Sunshine and human goodness.


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  16. Engaging post!! That video clip scared me!! 😅
    And Can you suggest me a book/story of Sherlock homes, as there are many and I want to try one?


  17. Try ONE?!! Khushi, the world worship Sherlock Holmes! I don’t know where you get your books from, if from the library, it must be closed now, Amazon probably is not delivering in the present circumstances, otherwise, I would say anyone will do. You might not like a detective genre but his stories, like Agatha Christy’s, are unique in a different way, and you will learn from Sherlock the skill of observation, so important in real life



  18. Yes I have read many books by Agatha Christy and all of them are amazing especially ‘And then there were none’ and murder on Orient express!
    Now I want to read some books of Sherlock Homes, I have seen all the movies though but haven’t read any book.


  19. Just pick up anyone from any place open – your school library might have some…



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