Growing up in the 1970s, I was steeped in the cinematic world of Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce as Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson. Their films were a regular fixture on television, and for many—including me—Rathbone remains the definitive Holmes, even if those screen adventures only loosely followed Conan Doyle’s originals. I’ve always had a soft spot for his portrayal, and perhaps because I now live not far from where Rathbone may once have resided with his first wife, Marion, I was especially keen to read David Clayton’s biography.
Clayton traces Rathbone’s journey from his early Shakespearian stage work, through the trauma of the Great War, to his move to America—swiftly dispelling any lingering rumours of long-term South Wales roots with Marion. The book follows his Broadway success, his meeting with his second wife, Ouida, and his early film roles as elegant, swashbuckling villains. Then comes the role that defined him: Sherlock Holmes. Between 1939 and 1946, Rathbone played Holmes on both film and radio, a period that brought him fame but also typecasting so severe he eventually came to resent the character.
As television rose to prominence in the 1950s, Rathbone struggled to reclaim his career, drifting into guest appearances, commercials, and later low budget films to finance Ouida’s showbusiness parties. Clayton handles this rise and fall with clarity and compassion, weaving in Rathbone’s own words to give the narrative emotional weight. Some aspects of Rathbone’s life still remain elusive—while his strained relationship with Rodion, his son from his first marriage and later his grandchildren, makes sad reading and clearly displays wounds that still seem to echo nearly sixty years on from his death.
The book teases the idea that Rathbone was “cursed” by Holmes, much like Conan Doyle himself. I’m not entirely convinced. Timing, circumstance, and a few unfortunate decisions feel just as responsible for the downturn in his career—something many people experience, famous or not. Still, it was fascinating to get to know Rathbone beyond the deerstalker, and one can’t help but wish he’d had more opportunities to work in Britain, where perhaps his light might have shone a little brighter.
A strong and absorbing start to my 2026 reading challenge and a winner of a biography from David Clayton!