Whether it is the Robert Downey Jr version or the love of a mouse, I don’t think I have come across a soul who hates Sherlock Holmes. The character is an iconic and cultural heritage that has luckily been passed to us by Arthur Conan Doyle. A writer who in 1887 created the super sleuth detective alongside his plucky companion John Watson. The character originally appeared in 4 novels and 56 short stories. Since that has expanded to countless re-imaginings in books, radio shows, theatre shows, television and film. He is the single most adapted character of all time with over 1100 versions of him. Wow.
On a personal level, I love Sherlock and all things Holmes. I have obviously encountered Sherlock before. But it was BBC’s Sherlock that truly snapped me up into the fandom. The incredible writing power of Mark Gatiss, Stephen Thompson and yes, Moffat. The special effects and visual wizardry. The acting is of a different calibre thanks to the dynamics of Martin Freeman and Benedict Cumberbatch (as well as a whole host) It is the first and only television show that I have obsessed over to this level. So much so that every trip to London must have a walk past Speedy’s, the theme song is my ringtone and hell, in my picture I am wearing the “death frizebee.” The thing that gets me about, not only, this adaptation but most of them, is the passion.
There is true passion for Holmes. There is love of the story and definite love of the character. Just ask the ladies behind Baker Street Babes or the countless of cosplayers out there who have connected with a character so wholeheartedly. The dedication of the fans, the tiniest detail and the emotion all allows the Holmes fandom to expand. We love Sherlock Holmes in every capacity and re-imagining. It doesn’t take Sherlock Holmes to deduce that.