"If Dr. Fell could not cure this devil case, then perhaps Father Brown could exorcise it."- Thackeray Phin (John Sladek's "By an Unknown Hand," from Maps: The Uncollected John Sladek, 2002)
Andrew
M. Greeley was a Roman Catholic priest, a sociologist, newspaper
columnist and a bestselling author of novels and non-fiction books,
but the themes dominating all of his writing were religion and social
issues. So how did such an author managed to find his way on to this
blog, you ask? A good chunk of Father Greeley's novels are detective
stories with a proclivity for impossible crimes. Yes, I'm very
predictable.
Happy
Are Those Who Mourn (1995) is the seventh book in the Blackie
Ryan series and begins with Cardinal Sean Cronin stating "that
there will be no haunted rectories" in his Archdiocese.
Apparently, the late and unpopular pastor of the parish of Saints
Peter and Paul, situated in the fictional Chicago suburb of
Woodridge, has apparently stirred from the grave to haunt and pester
his successor, Father Peter Finnegan.
Monsignor
Charles "Jolly Cholly" McInery was "the meanest, nastiest,
most vicious nut" in "the whole history of the
Archdiocese," but, according to his successor, McInery still
strenuously objected "to being murdered in his bed" and
has therefore come back to haunt the place – like switching the TV
and lights on-and off. There are, however, some facts arguing against
the phenomena being caused by the restless and unavenged spirit of a
murdered man. One of them is that the cause of death was determined
to be a massive cerebral hemorrhage and the other one is that the
body was found inside a locked tower room.
So
the Cardinal tasks Blackie with laying the ghost to rest by
uncovering the truth behind the pastor's death and his investigation
is the proverbial mixed bag of tricks.
The
early chapters detailing Blackie's initial investigation of the
haunted tower room has an excellent scene, which could have been
plucked from either a Hake
Talbot novel or a knock-off of The Exorcist (1973).
Blackie is met with "a barrage of magic tricks" when he
entered the room. Desk doors opened and shut on their own accord. The
TV flipped on. A crucifix on the wall tilted sharply to one side and
a grandfather clock chimed manically. Blackie just walked through the
room and muttered, "cheap magic."
However,
you should not expect too much from these ghostly activities or the
locked room puzzle. Sure, the problem of the tower room has some
architectural points of interest, but the crux of the trick is
something that should've stayed in the nineteenth century and not
reused in the twilight years of the twentieth century – except,
perhaps, in a tongue-in-cheek detective story. And this was
definitely not a cheerfully written, comically-styled mystery novel.
Essentially,
Happy Are Those Who Mourn is a character-driven crime novel
and Blackie is mostly occupied with attempting to unsnarl the webwork
of complicated relationships and long-guarded secrets, which also
involves financial shenanigans with ten million dollars of missing
church funds. At times, all of these revelation of hidden, or
embarrassing, secrets and relationships pushed the book in the
direction of soap opera territory, but showed Greeley was capable of
plot construction. Sadly, it was used on the characters instead of
strengthening the "intricate, serpentine conspiracy" at
the heart of the plot.
As
you can probably judge by this review, I have not all that much to
say about the plot and ended up feeling very indifferent about the
book.
The
most promising aspects of the story, such as the potential the locked
tower offered, petered out into nothing and was not particularly
invested in the characters. I imagine readers, who do care about all
of the character-development, will be annoyed by the two messy and
completely unnecessary murders crammed into the final quarter of the
book, which have very little to do with the main plot-threads. I
suppose Greeley only included these murders to pad out the story and
reach the page-count his publisher desired.
Despite
having all the ingredients of a classically-styled locked room
mystery, Happy Are Those Who Mourn was really a modern crime
novel masquerading as a traditional, old-fashioned detective story.
So you might end up not caring for the book, or even hating it, if
your taste in crime-fiction runs along the same lines as mine.
However, I'll probably give Greeley a second look if I ever stumble
across a copy of Happy Are the Meek (1985), because that one
sounds like it could be a proper locked room mystery.
So
this was the second
contemporary impossible crime novel, in short succession, that was
less than impressive. And just like the last time, I'll try to dig up
something good to make up for this poor, lackluster review. So don't touch that dial!