I picked this up at a half-price store and thought I might just as well try a Fontane once again - without knowing anything of what it was about.
I was very surprised to find it a mystery story (didn't know Fontane had written anything like it, and the title "Under the Pear Tree" certainly didn't made me expect it), and a good one, too!
It's not so much that we don't know who the culprit is, but that we don't know what the crime was (if there was one). Fontane does an excellent job of just hinting at enough to make us think we know and then, as he shows the suspicions of the villagers being dissipated, almost makes us doubt ourselves (as we realise that just like the villagers we haven't actually seen or been told anything).
I'm also not much of a hardened mystery-reader, therefore I do enjoy (while I also marvel at) the idea that people seem to have felt actual terror in the face of crime - the idea that someone getting murdered is such an outrage that the bystanders are absolutely horrified and the murderer overpowered by their guilt - a concept I tend to find in most older literature and which is so much at contrast with the modern attitude that creates ever more shocking violence meeting an ever more hardened reception that you have to wonder whether it's really the times or only the writing fashion that has changed (esp if you consider that the former attitude prevailed in a time largely used to all sorts of violence in daily life that has become unthinkable to us today).
But enough of the digression - back to other qualities of the book.
Especially in the beginning, I thought there was some gratuitous detail that made reading a bit arduous, but either I got used to it or the pace really picked up, as after a few chapters it was fine.
There is a lot of dialect speaking by the simple people, which is well handled. It's not always easy to understand but usually readable. (The book has footnotes to explain difficult words, which is a laudable idea, but, oddly, it tends to focus on some slightly archaic but otherwise fairly common words and skip the harder-to-read dialect transcriptions.)
Fontane, as usual, is great at depicting 'normal' people. Here, it is the 'normal' little bad things people do, not for any heinous, criminal reason, not from a plan, not from evil intentions - not for anything, really, but just because these things pop up or because we feel we can't help it - these things lead to catastrophe. Nobody's intentionally evil - but nobody's much of a success at being good, either. And you can't blame them, either.
A captivating book, increasingly fascinating as you read it. (The ending is a bit short and out of the blue, but here, too, the point is to leave things unexplained and hence create the idea that you've not seen anything happening and whatever story there is, is in your mind.)