by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
“You have been good enough to allude to me in one of your recent lucubrations,” he said, shaking the paper at me. “It was in the course of your somewhat fatuous remarks concerning the recent Saurian remains discovered in the Solenhofen Slates. You began a paragraph with the words: ‘Professor G.E. Challenger, who is among our greatest living scientists_'” “Well, sir?” I asked. “Why these invidious qualifications and limitations? Perhaps you can mention who these other predominant scientific men may be to whom you impute equality, or possibly superiority to myself?” “It was badly worded. I should have said ‘Our greatest living scientist,'” I admitted.
This was near the start and I did have high hopes that this might be an entertaining read. But it was not to be.
The irascible Professor Challenger was loosely based on the character (among others) of Arthur Conan Doyle’s good friend, William Rutherford a Scottish physician and physiologist. Rutherford lectured at the University of Edinburgh when Arthur Conan Doyle studied medicine there.
I’m 57% of the way through and I can’t remember any plot details at all. This was this year’s Steampunk read, but this year’s festival was a little disappointing – & so is this book.
DNF on page 84.