"How often good intentions are a pain in the neck," muses Father Frank Dowling upon seeing one of his particularly pious parishioners meddling in the affairs of others. What remains unspoken, of course, is the recent suspicion of murder of which this individual had been recently cleared. A prominent dentist in Fox River (land of the Catholic Parish of St. Hilary), Dr. David Jameson would frequently visit the avuncular pastor to ask for his blessing, and to discuss with him his unkept "vocation." So when the police began to investigate the man regarding the murder of his patient's husband, it became clear that something was amiss...
Requiem for a Realtor does not break new ground. For Father Dowling, this novel represents the twenty-third foray into the realm of murder mystery (and almost the fortieth for author Ralph McInerny). For the first portion of the book, characters are established - or introduced to new readers, who need no advance knowledge of any recurring characters to enjoy this mystery - and it ends upon the knowledge of the death of one such minor player (in this case, floundering real estate agent Stanley Collins, who has himself become wrapped up in the infidelities which seem to formulate his very nature). Throughout the majority of the story, characters implicate each other - and themselves - when it becomes clear that This Was No Accident, and the police find themselves investigating a homicide with the flimsiest of evidence. And finally, the unexpected death of a prime suspect casts suspicion on a number of other, heretofore unblemished, characters for the role of cold-blooded murderer.
All-in-all, Requiem for a Realtor is a fast, simple mystery intended to be read over the course of a slow weekend. No real challenges are presented to the reader other than the ultimate pleasure of trying to crack the mystery before the police do. And true to the series, it is the seemingly-omniscient Father Dowling who decodes the puzzle and manages to convince the guilty party to atone for the sins of murder. No real surprises there. The book has humour, and plenty of it, although the characters are also rich enough, considering the material they are given to "act out." But not too rich. The writing style takes on the presence of what are known commonly as “old ideas” when they apply to gender roles: men are fools, incapable of discerning the truths behind feminine wiles. Insofar as that goes, Requiem for a Realtor is a classic 1920s-style mystery set in the current time.
However, the book still manages to come across as slightly stale, as the final solution to both murders feels decidedly unfair to the reader. The revelation does strike one as a surprise - as one expects of any good mystery - yet given the dearth of evidence, it remains impossible for even the most discerning reader to associate real guilt to the character before the ultimate admission of guilt. And the explanation as to how the good father made his final judgment on the case? Brushed off, almost as if it were but the most trivial detail. In life, it takes a lot of hard evidence to convict a man (or woman) of murder. In the Parish of St. Hilary, it merely takes the efforts of an earnest priest, performing his regular functions, to crack open a case and hand over a criminal.
This isn't great literature. It's light, and enjoyable to read - and that's all. Absorbing Requiem of a Realtor with the right mindset is necessary to enjoy the book. Although even through its own merits, it cannot help but be somewhat disappointing due to the seemingly rushed denouement.