Irish Eyes by Andrew M. Greeley is book 5 of the Nuala Anne McGrail mystery series set in contemporary Chicago. Dermot and Nuala are the proud parents of Nelliecoyne, 7 months old, winning everyone's heart with her adorable ways. She's a "good baby", as in: sleeps all night so her parents can too. But one night when they're vacationing at the lakeshore, she wakes them screaming. Nuala tells Dermot, "It's the five-masted ship in the lake that's bothering her." Dermot knows there is no such vessel in the lake, hasn't been for a hundred years. It's the first time they knew Nellie is "fey" just like her mother.
Of course Dermot and Nuala must solve the mystery of why the ship appeared to Nellie and Nuala, and why it upsets them. "Isn't that the truth, Dermot Michael? We not only have to solve the mystery, we have to find out what it is."
They learn of a shipwreck at the spot one hundred years ago, then begin tracing what became of the few survivors. In 1860 Chicago was already the busiest port in the world. Indeed, forty years later it was still the fourth busiest port in the world after London, Hamburg, and New York.
Dermot's father needs to pull strings to arrange for Dermot and Nuala to meet with an oh-so-busy-and-self-important socialite, descendant of a survivor. "She's so busy doing so many good things I don't know whether she has time to talk to anybody, even to her husband." That was about as close to uncharitableness as my father or my mother ever came.
Meanwhile they must deflect troublesome journalist Nick Farmer, who once attacked Dermot in the press. He seemed to think that he could succeed only if other people failed. Now he insults Nuala for her popular Irish lullaby performances and recordings. When Irish mothers sang lullabies not so long ago, they knew how many dangers would threaten their children--hunger, disease, storms, English bayonets. So they sang prayers for the protection of their little ones.
Then there's Maybelline, neurotic sister-in-law with a psychiatrist husband, who is vicious to Nuala. "Psychiatrists can't deal with their own problems, Dermot, any more than surgeons can operate on themselves."
Nuala hates rarely, but when she does it is passionately. "At least I'll never be as fat and sloppy as you are."
"Oh, Dermot me love, haven't I done a terrible thing. Won't you be angry at me for ever and ever! Am I not just the most awful woman in the world!" All this must be translated as saying, "I expect you, Dermot Michael Coyne, to agree with everything I've done."
I suspected this was one of those times when it is the husband's role to listen very carefully, not to what his wife is saying, but to what she means. It was a knack I was in the process of developing. I'd improved at it but I doubted I'd ever be adequate to the challenge.
Dermot, Nuala and Nellie take a break from mystery and troublesome people, to spend Christmas in Ireland. Alas, they must leave Fiona the Irish wolfhound at home. Dogs, I told myself, are not like humans. They don't like to see us going away but they enjoy themselves until we come back and the go crazy with joy when they see us gain. As I reflected on this it occurred to me that it was a sensible way to deal with the uncertainties and the problems of life.
Back to the shipwreck...It cost a lot of money to mount a salvage operation even for somebody who had a lot of money. What could have been worth poking around on the bottom of Lake Michigan if it wasn't money? We were, I thought, beginning to get at not a solution to the mystery but a definition of it.
Dermot's resourceful, assertive sister Cindy once again is their attorney when police try strong-arm tactics. "Good day, gentlemen, we will see you later when you follow the standards of appropriate police procedure in this kind of matter."
Dermot walked out to face the assembled media, a challenge which after a number of incidents I rather enjoy. I'm not very bright, but I'm brighter than they are.
Dermot and Nuala are terrified when Nellie contracts a high fever. Luckily they only have to call Dermot's physician father for help. "It's something they never warn you about when you decide to have children. You just have to take it for granted that you are going to be sick about half the time. I'll call the prescriptions in to your local Osco."
Eventually they learn all that happened from century-old diaries. Politics, Irish nationalism, and the Church were all tied up in one twisted tangle.
The Catholic funeral liturgy, done properly as it would be in a church whose origins were German, is an extraordinary experience. Restrained sadness and serene joy invade the souls of the participants. The service dulls the pain and lifts the spirit.
We wanted to make money, become famous, and perhaps improve the world.
"It doesn't solve anything at all, at all, Dermot. But I have a hunch that it's going to solve everything."
Fiona the Irish wolfhound is the shining star of the story. Nellie's constant guardian, she risks her life to save Nellie from armed intruders.
When Irish eyes are smiling, sure they'll steal your heart away, especially when they are the green eyes of a little girl with red hair who has just learned to walk and whose smile is almost as big as her mother's.