"Doyle stokes in a thousand shrewd touches with no effort at all. Wonderful"
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Praise this compact is never just praise; its real target is labor. Rex Stout is admiring an illusion: the feeling that craft has vanished. "A thousand shrewd touches" is an accountant's number meant to sound casual, a way of saying Doyle's writing is dense with smart decisions at the micro-level - a detail here, a rhythm tweak there, a character tic that pays off three chapters later. Yet Stout pairs that abundance with "no effort at all", the highest compliment in a trade where effort is the invisible machinery everyone hopes nobody hears.
The subtext is professional envy, but the clean kind: Stout, himself an architect of pleasures (the Nero Wolfe books run on exactly these "touches"), recognizes a rival engineer. Calling the touches "shrewd" matters. He's not praising lofty lyricism or moral seriousness; he's praising intelligence applied to entertainment. Doyle's tricks are practical, audience-facing. They make deduction feel inevitable, dialogue feel like it landed on the page fully formed, London fog feel like atmosphere instead of set dressing.
Context sharpens the line. Stout is writing from the 20th century, when Conan Doyle had already become a brand and a template. The risk with Doyle, by then, is to treat him as quaint or merely foundational. Stout refuses that. "Wonderful" is blunt, almost suspiciously unliterary - a deliberate shrug that says: you can keep your theories; the work works. The sentence performs its own claim: concise, confident, making effort look effortless.
The subtext is professional envy, but the clean kind: Stout, himself an architect of pleasures (the Nero Wolfe books run on exactly these "touches"), recognizes a rival engineer. Calling the touches "shrewd" matters. He's not praising lofty lyricism or moral seriousness; he's praising intelligence applied to entertainment. Doyle's tricks are practical, audience-facing. They make deduction feel inevitable, dialogue feel like it landed on the page fully formed, London fog feel like atmosphere instead of set dressing.
Context sharpens the line. Stout is writing from the 20th century, when Conan Doyle had already become a brand and a template. The risk with Doyle, by then, is to treat him as quaint or merely foundational. Stout refuses that. "Wonderful" is blunt, almost suspiciously unliterary - a deliberate shrug that says: you can keep your theories; the work works. The sentence performs its own claim: concise, confident, making effort look effortless.
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