NO COMFORT FOR THE DEAD

Two natives return separately to a tiny village in West Cork. Things are tough for one of them and even tougher for the other.

Even before she fell in love with Charley Thornton, Emma Daly was determined to join the Garda Siochana and rise to the very top. She got her first wish, but her second was squelched by an affair with a married colleague who promised to leave his wife for her but got her fired instead. Now she’s back in Castlefreke, living with her father and doing her best to transform the town library from a room full of books to a social and cultural center. She’s called back to her earlier vocation by the news that Mr. Hollis, the town’s wealthiest citizen, has been shot dead in the Big House. There, village doctor Adam Thornton, Charley’s father, finds his body, along with the seriously wounded Colm Thornton, Adam’s younger brother, who vanished 32 years ago, settled in Belfast, and became a priest. When Adam and Colm’s parents, Jimmy and Frances Thornton, beg Emma to investigate, her undying sense that she’s channeling Sherlock Holmes makes her highly susceptible. The Thorntons aren’t convinced that the two men shot each other; they’re far from certain that Garda Sgt. Noonan can figure out who the real killer is; and they can’t understand why Colm, who’s had no contact with his family for a generation, chose to come back home in the first place. O’Donnell’s debut is so atmospheric in its background and poetic in its language that readers will forgive the distinct sense of anticlimax when the real culprit is unmasked.

As coolly bracing as an Irish spring.