Maybe it was because I read this just after reading several books by truly great British authors (Waugh, Forster), or maybe it's because I tend to read with an editor's eye, or maybe it's because I love mysteries and can't stand to see them butchered, but I thought this book was almost unreadable.
I found the plot odd and unconvincing, the characters were more of caricatures, and so many passages were so clunky or cliched that I checked to see if it was originally written in another language. I was almost hoping that it was just a poor translation.
I understand that we need to encourage new writers who are coming from a Catholic perspective, and that not every author will live up to the genius of Waugh or Chesterton or Graham Greene, but we cannot sacrifice the Good and the Beautiful for the sake of Truth! The high praise for this book reminds me of the rave reviews for mediocre Christian media - we want Christian media so we praise any attempt at it, presumably in the fear that even constructive criticism will undermine new efforts. But if we really desire good new literature, why not say "valiant first effort" instead of "more of the same please!"