I just did something I rarely do: I read the same mystery twice in the same year. I did that because I had read it out of order, reading the eighth book in the series first, so I needed to reread it now, having finished the first seven. This is the eighth book in Benjamin Black's Dr. Quirke series AND the third book in John Banville's St. John Strafford mystery series, Black being a pseudonym for Banville.
My original review, now somewhat amended, since rereading: Since I had just read (in January 2022) and liked John Banville’s mystery, Snow, set in 1957, I almost immediately jumped into the third book in the series, April in Spain, also set in the late fifties, and found it almost equally well and elegantly constructed. I like the enigmatic detective St. John Strafford, but was initially confused because it is written in a different style and tone than Snow, and didn't seem to feature Strafford at all. The book opens with a focus on a ruthless contract killer, Terry Tice, then alternates with the story of Dublin pathologist Quirke, who is vacationing on the coast of San Sebastian, Spain, with his wife, Austrian psychologist Evelyn.
These two threads take their sweet time, a slow burn, no sense of a mystery unfolding, until Quirke sees a woman he knows was murdered four years ago in Ireland, the story of which was told in the third book in the series, Elegy for April. The woman, Angela, Quirke thinks may be April Latimer, a (former?) friend of his daughter Phoebe. He calls Phoebe, she talks to the Latimer family and the police, and soon after both Detective St. John Strafford and Phoebe travel to Spain, creating a third thread.
Compared to the first seven books featuring Quirke, the thread focusing on him and Evelyn reads almost like a light romantic comedy. (The typically morose) Quirke in love! Quirke married?! Quirke on vacation!
Another lighter aspect of this story is that Terry Tice, the contract killer, never having read a book before, gets bored and begins reading Brighton Rock by Graham Greene, featuring a ruthless contract killer named Pinky. It’s really fun when Terry analyzes Greene’s novel and Pinky’s character. No, a killer would never do that!
And then you realize that the structure of the novel owes a great deal to Brighton Rock and other slowly developing literary“entertainments” by Greene. Yep, this is an homage to Greene, as I observed that Snow is an homage to Agatha Christie. Others in the Black series are homages to Poe and I don't know who all else, but it's fun. You don’t have to know anything about Greene or Brighton Rock to appreciate this book, but I loved the Greene style of the novel, very different than Snow.
The book is wonderfully written, taking its time with the development of the plot, nothing happens, nothing happens, it’s all character development and then the three threads converge (or, collide very suddenly) in a rush to a rather dramatic conclusion.
I can say that the resolution of the (shocking) April Latimer story, concluding what was unresolved in Elegy for April (it ended as an unsolved murder, though they never found the body), is suddenly all dramatic action, a shooting, with two people dead, with its own shocking revelation. It was not until I had read the first seven Black books, though, that I felt it was actually shocking.
pS--This has little to do with this book, but I had read that Banville said Irish writers are primarily either Joyce fans or Beckett fans, and he is more of a Beckett fan, but his style is much closer ot Joyce's than Beckett's. More conventional than Beckett, and often there's in Banville and Black the fusion of poetry and prose he claims he is seeking in his writing, something clearly more Joycean. There's another small tribute to Joyce that happens in this and at least three other Black books, a reference to "dusty cretonne" that comes up as a detail in Joyce's short story, "Eveline." Coincidence? I think not! Also, Evelyn in this story may be a link to Joyce's Eveline. Eh, lit nerds?