I feel like a real turkey for entering yet another series of novels in medias res. Although I erroneously thought I was grabbing the first in the series, For Love of Mike proved to be number three in the series of Molly Murphy novels and, apparently, a lot had happened before. In For Love of Mike, there is great tension between Molly and her former suitor, Daniel Sullivan (a powerful police officer). There is also a lot of unresolved frustration about the loss of Molly’s former employer and mentor, Paddy Riley. It also isn’t quite clear why she feels responsible for Seamus’ family, but her relationship with Seamus’ young daughter and son are important with regard to the way her cases are solved. Indeed, when Molly solves a particular problem for Seamus, he complains: “No, you’ve made it too easy for me. Life is not supposed to be easy. We’re born to a struggle and we die in a struggle, and it’s a struggle in between too.” To which Molly narrates in first person, “Trust an Irishman to be poetic at five in the morning.” (p. 195)
Molly Murphy is practically (but not quite) a FOB, “fresh off the boat” (although that term isn’t used in the book). If this volume is any indication, the stories offer rather an interesting perspective on early 20th century life in New York City. This is the era of early trade unions among the garment workers and this union movement plays a key role in the backdrop of one of the two ongoing mysteries in this novel. In fact, there is a marvelous line about what was happening in the U.S. at the time with the boundaries between races and religions being redrawn: “They call this the melting pot, but we haven’t had time to melt. As of yet, we are still separate ingredients floating around in the broth.” (p. 234)
Although I had a suspicion as to how things would turn out in the novel, I must confess that I was firmly convinced that I knew who the spy was on p. 205 and that I knew who the murderer was at the same time. Six pages later, I was even more certain. At the end, I was surprised at just how wrong I was. This happens to me on occasion. I DO try to solve the mysteries well before all of the clues are in. This time, however, I made a stunt performer’s-sized misjump (like the famous motorcycle leap over the Snake River Canyon?) and didn’t accomplish anything. Of course, that’s what keeps me reading mysteries. Even though I entered this series in the middle, I plan to backfill and read the rest.