A very silly story, told very well, although the language used was rather 'baroque' in its overuse of adjectives and descriptions. This story comes in three parts, building up the tension nicely, but the 3rd part eventually annoyed me with its over-ornate, superficially compunctional pericombobulations.
Aaaaagh! The ending was missing! The story, though rather linear, was entertaining and written with RLS' usual style and wit. Set in the early 1800s, the story is told from a first person perspective, following St Yves the French prisoner's journey up and down the length of England. Compared to Treasure Island, St Ives is a little pedestrian and hardly jam-packed with derring-do, but I liked it better for that. Apparently, there is an ending written by Arthur Quiller-Couch, which I would like to read as the story was probably only a few pages shy of its exciting denouement.
I have never read (or watched) any Sherlock Holmes stories, and even though the title of this one didn't sound especially scintillating, it was actually surprisingly enjoyable. The mystery is about as deep as can be expected for 33 pages, and it reads a little like Victorian CSI in places, but I think it has converted me into a slight Holmes fan.
A strange and faintly amusing parable that seems to have a serious message about economic mechanisms and communism somewhere hidden behind the jocular premise about the crocodile itself. Well-written and hardly boring, but if the intention was for it to be viewed as deep and provocative, then it's a somewhat clumsy attempt and misses the mark. If it was written to just imply some deep message, in such a way as to skirt around Russian censorship, then maybe it was very clever and brave for it's time, but despite a few witty passages, it still didn't really strike a chord nowadays to this reader.