What a turn this series has taken! Books one and two were apolitical, fast paced mysteries with compelling characters and an interesting subplot.
This third installment is an anti-American screed cloaked in a cozy police procedural.
Now, it’s one thing to write in supporting characters with unsavory attitudes, but when the protagonist for whom we’re supposed to be rooting devolves into a fount of xenophobia, we’ve got a problem.
I’m not talking one instance, or even a dozen; I’m talking chapter after chapter of “Americans are always trying to appropriate or lay false claim to an Irish heritage,” “the only people who should be forced to deal with Americans are other Americans,” “Americans are uncultivated," “Americans are inherently rude," “Americans have little in which they should take pride," “Americans are loud and boorish," and, my personal favorite, “All Americans everywhere are easily manipulated because they think all Irish people everywhere are inherently cheerful, warm, friendly, leprechaun chasing, ruddy faced Liam or Siobhan O'Shamrocks.”
I understand the importance of distinguishing the contents of a book from its author. There are many, many rhetorical and literary reasons why an author would employ the repugnant as a plot device.
J. A. Konrath, Robert K Tanenbaum, and the ghostwriters of James Patterson’s Women’s Murder Club series (all favorites of mine) have churned out some extremely repugnant content. Thing is, not a single one of their hero’s or heroines gets behind these attitudes or behaviors.
This indicates, to me at least, that they understand the importance of audience awareness, even if they happen to harbor such attitudes (I’ve read nothing to suggest that this is the case) themselves.
Mark Twain penned what I’d argue to be one of the most powerful condemnations of American slavery, and the N word is woven all through the story.
In Carlene O’Connor’s case, the anti-American sentiments are clear, both in the problematic depictions of every single one of the American characters (and of course, they're all so jealous because Ireland, with its magestic castles and beautiful cemetaries, is so much prettier to look at than America) and in Siobhan’s failure to recognize and work to deal with her own xenophobia.
Maybe its just the paranoid reader/reflexive rhetorical analyst in me, but the Irish Village series (maybe it’s just this installment) doesn’t appear to have been written for an American audience.
All in all, if I do decide to give time to free (she gets not one more cent of my money) copies of the remaining books in the series, I won’t be recommending them to anyone or shelving them where they might encourage others to read them.