I wasn't hugely impressed by this novel of an activist struggling with emotion and revolution in 1980s Namibia. As with Doris Lessing, I found myself not terribly interested in the problems of white people trying to make sense of African society; it feels like it's all about them. I have a feeling I got this after it was highly recommended by someone, but I can't remember who.
This was a best-seller back in 1974, and boy does it feel like it. Sherlock Holmes is lured to Vienna by Watson in order to get treatment for his cocaine addiction at the hands of Sigmund Freud; together they solve the mystery of a lost heiress and prevent Europe from falling into war before its time. There is a thrilling chase sequence on two steam trains across Austria. That's about it, really; every generation updates Holmes for its own age, perhaps, and this was the 1970s version. I'll stick with Cumberbatch, Freeman, Gatiss and Moffatt.