This was my first foray into the fiction of Ralph McInerny, and it will also be the last. The plot and characters of this book were extremely ill-developed, and the narration and conversation were pathetic. (Case in point: the murder mystery ends up having nothing to do with any of the other central plot themes in the story.) I didn't even have high expectations of the book starting out, because really, who expects a person whose day job is writing books like Aquinas on Human Action and Aquinas and Analogy to write really good detective fiction on the side? But I was prompted to read it because I heard that it was a roman à clef, with people from the philosophy circles at Baylor and Notre Dame. Alas, it was disappointing even in this regard; there weren't so many characters hidden in the book as I had expected, and the ones who were there were just given their real names, not veiled at all.
Fellow Baylor people, don't fall for it.