One Must Tell the Bees by J Lawrence Matthews is a Sherlock Holmes/John Watson mystery in two parts: one a memoir written by Holmes about this time in the United States during the Civil War and his association with Edwin Stanton, the Minister of War; and the other a mystery contemporary to his time, 1918, and featuring all Holmes' enthusiast's favorites. The memoir was a historical digest, a little on the boring side but outlining people in Holmes' life who had the most influence on him, and his adventures, as well as his opinions on the institution of slavery and how it originated. The second is a story, much like some others, which takes place after Holmes' retirement from detecting and during his time as a beekeeper. Watson has sold his practice but still backs up the young friend to who purchased his practice. He has just come from a difficult birth, which had taken, all night, and is about to relax when his wife points out an envelope for him from his friend, Sherlock Holmes. The letter reveals Holmes is once more in the clutches of an opiate, much worse than the others, and requests Watson's presence. He has also included a manuscript (the memoir mentioned), a map with his house, circled, and a train schedule, with the morning train circled. Odd. While he is napping on the train, he awakens to find a murder has taken place. Putting on his Holmes' hat, he points out the clues to the inspector and starts off walking to Holmes' cottage. Along the way a kindly young Frenchman gives him a ride. It's not too long before Holmes starts putting all the clues together and predicts a murder: his. As always, he lays it all out so those of us who are regular can follow his thinking. Watson, too, of course. Matthews has a good grip of the characters of Holmes, Watson, and Mycroft. Much of Holmes' early life and childhood is explained, interestingly enough, and nearly everyone survives. In my opinion, it was overly long, and although it may have been purposeful, the Holmes memoir was boring. It did contain lots of interesting information, ironically. It was a good read and a must read for any Sherlockian who wants a comprehensive look at Holmes' life. Watson is right there; the supportive friend, and Mycroft are spending the Crown's money on Sherlock, as always. J. Lawrence Matthews does an extraordinary job of retaining Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's writing style. The tone and language are consistent with the original Sherlock Holmes' tales, making it virtually impossible to tell they are written by two different people, eras apart. Matthews' flawlessly weaves history and fiction together until the edge between real and not real blurs together, the fictional characters fitting the history so well it is hard to differentiate between the two. The problem here is size - and pace. Sure enough, no one would expect a high octane thriller when reading a Holmes story. And all historical fiction books have the added responsibility to explain their world to the reader. But I can't help thinking that this has been overdone here. The book I rounded down due to the pure length of the book.