Snow by John Banville

Let me start off by saying that I love John Banville. He is a Booker Prize winning author who has been in consideration for the award many times. He is cut from that cloth. This, on the other hand, is a by the book detective novel set in late 1950's in Ireland. The prose itself is beautiful, notably better than the standard fare, and the plot is not over done. There are undertones--and overtones--of societal commentary embedded within, and it is excellent for all of that, but the plot is not overly involved, what you would come for is the writing. This features a young Irish detective — earnest, a bit troubled, and a little persnicketty — called St. John (pronounced “Sinjun”) Strafford. Just before Christmas, in a ramshackle country house owned byt the Wexford family in County Wexford, south of Dublin, a Roman Catholic priest is found murdered in, yes, the library. Detective Strafford is sent to investigate. The various suspects — mostly members of the Osborne family and their staff — were all in the house the night of the murder. Pretty standard fare — except for one detail: The priest has also been expertly castrated. Then there is the social context, which is on the surface some, and some I had to read a review to know about. The Osborne family is Anglo-Irish, a colonial class of Protestant landowners who can trace their arrival in Ireland back to the time of Oliver Cromwell and have survived into the 1950s. English in their attitudes, they are a stark reminder to the Catholic Irish that for the 5 percent of the population who are Protestant in this Roman Catholic country, nothing much has changed since the 17th century. The Anglo-Irish — the Horse Protestants, as they are derogatively known — live in their crumbling stately homes, ride to hounds, go to balls and race meetings, speak with a different accent and still own much of the land, managed in a form of benign paternalistic feudalism. Strafford himself is also Protestant, which I suspect will resurface as the series continues. This is very good, especially if you have an affection for Irish authors, and I would recommend it if you like the genre. It is predictable in ways that might not appeal for those looking for something more obscure.