The first time I read the story I was reminded of a 1930’s movie like King Kong:
The wild ‘natives’, the merciless slaughter, the maniacal killer. Reading the tale
was like a journey back in time; to the view of Africa as the “Dark Continent”
and a racial view biased and outdated.
And yet the pace of ACD’s prose flows along rapidly like a river, his narratives
seem always to put the reader’s interest first; despite the yarn’s realism, or lack
of it, one keeps on reading to the end of the story.