Like a (deeper) Bukowski in Europe. Paris, its streets, bars and hidden places, and a man wandering in it, searching with his weird friends for women, a distraction, something to pass time by. Sex, alcohol, literature, art, and Paris, Paris, Paris.
Sherlock Holmes for me means tea and warm blankets and stories set in cold evenings with protagonists wrapped in scarves, hats and long overcoats. This little book found on a second-hand bookshop contains short stories with no chronological order. The last story is the one that gives the title to the collection, and it’s also the epilogue: set in 1914, Sherlock, retired and living in the country with his bees, decides to take one last case. I think you can find almost all the ebooks for free on iBooks and Kindle since there is no problem with the copyright, so you have no excuse for not reading them.