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The New Annotated Sherlock Holmes: The Novels (Slipcased Edition)

The New Annotated Sherlock Holmes: The Novels (Slipcased Edition) is a meticulously annotated collection of Arthur Conan Doyle's original Sherlock Holmes stories. This edition offers readers a deeper understanding of the characters and their world through scholarly commentary, historical context, and supplementary materials. The slipcased format provides a luxurious presentation of the classic tales, making it a valuable addition to any literature enthusiast's collection. more

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Arthur Conan Doyle
Arthur Conan Doyle

Arthur Conan Doyle, born on May 22, 1859 in Edinburgh, Scotland, was a renowned Scottish physician and writer. He is best known for his creation of the Sherlock Holmes series of detective novels, which have had a profound impact on the development of detective fiction and played a crucial role in shaping modern detective culture. more

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