The Bishop in the Old Neighborhood: A Bishop Blackie Ryan Novel [NOOK Book]

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"Blackwood, there's trouble in the old neighborhood! Murder in the sanctuary of the Church!"

The church in question is St. Lucy's, a humble edifice at the heart of a venerable Chicago neighborhood now suffering the throes of gentrification. St. Lucy's has long stood as a bulwark against evil and change, which some in the community have often seen as much the same thing.

Now three dead bodies have been left in the sanctuary, stripped, ...
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"Blackwood, there's trouble in the old neighborhood! Murder in the sanctuary of the Church!"

The church in question is St. Lucy's, a humble edifice at the heart of a venerable Chicago neighborhood now suffering the throes of gentrification. St. Lucy's has long stood as a bulwark against evil and change, which some in the community have often seen as much the same thing.

Now three dead bodies have been left in the sanctuary, stripped, mutilated, and shot through the head, execution-style. A warning to those who would remake the neighborhood---or to St. Lucy's charismatic monsignor, who has made a few enemies of his own?

Dispatched by his cardinal to investigate, Bishop "Blackie" Ryan fears that the atrocious murders are only the beginning of a campaign of terror directed at this particular church. But to solve the mystery, and to banish the evil gathering over the community, Blackie will need an unexpected assist from his own long-dead father, as well as the help of Declan O'Donnell, a savvy young cop with a touch of the second sight, and of Camilla Datilo, a radiant assistant state's attorney of Sicilian origins.

The Bishop in the Old Neighborhood is another charming and compelling page-turner by bestselling author Andrew M. Greeley.

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Editorial Reviews

EBOOK COMMENTARY

"Father Greeley always succeeds at penning a fascinating tale, complete with ripe moments of humor and a touch of romance."--Romantic Times Bookclub on The Bishop Goes to The University

"Greeley interweaves both spiritual and educational topics into another supremely entertaining adventure."--Booklist on The Bishop Goes to The University

"Blackie once again proves to be a loyal friend, a formidable foe, and a gifted spiritual advisor. An entertaining romp through the West Wing."--Booklist on The Bishop in the West Wing

"Will delight Greeley fans because it follows his near-perfect formula of adventure and amusement, mystery and mastery of the English language. Enjoy this one--The Bishop in the West Wing is a winner"--Star Newspapers

"Fun is the word for bestseller Greeley's latest, lively Bishop Blackie Ryan thriller....[Readers] will appreciate the well-drawn characters, swift action, and logical resolution."--Publishers Weekly on The Bishop in the West Wing

"It's an especially enjoyable tale for a mystery fan on a hot day when murder is just too heavy to deal with and a poltergeist's antics can be just the thing."--Abilene Reporter-News on The Bishop in the West Wing
Publishers Weekly
The first half of Greeley's fifth Bishop Blackie Ryan book (after 2003's The Bishop Goes to the University) drags a bit, but the pace picks up when Blackie starts digging into the past of Father Mikal Wolodyjowski, the charismatic priest at St. Lucy's, a Chicago church where three corpses have turned up in the sanctuary. Blackie discovers that Wolodyjowski was peripherally involved with the odd deaths of six college kids 60 years earlier, a mystery that proves to be more engaging than the initial deaths at St. Lucy's. Unfortunately, the novel's other main subplot the blossoming romance between a cop and a lawyer borders on the far-fetched. The pace, melodrama and gravitas with which young love blooms will strike any reader under 40 as laughable. And Greeley spends too much time musing on the tensions that separate Polish, Irish and Italian Catholics from one another. Still, Blackie, with his quick wit and his fondness for Bushmill's, is his usual delightful self, and his many fans will enjoy this sojourn in the old neighborhood. Agent, Raphael Sagalyn. (Nov.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
He shuffles along, a human caterpillar, in beat-up, ill-fitting clothes and a style so understated that no bad guy ever takes him seriously. You're thinking Columbo. Well, sure, but he's got nothing on Bishop Blackie. Bishop Blackwood Ryan of Chicago is-if you'll pardon the expression-a devil. Under that unprepossessing exterior, beats the heart and clicks the brain of a master manipulator. He'll scheme, conspire, blarney, charm the pants off you-all for a good cause, of course. As Sean Cardinal Cronin, his boss, is wont to say: "Thank God, Blackwood, you are on our side." So now there's trouble indeed in the old neighborhood: three dead bodies, stripped and mutilated, desecrating the sanctuary of St. Lucy's, the parish church. How to explain it? True, Father Mikal, the parish priest, is a controversial figure, but does animus go deep enough to warrant so bizarre a message? Or is the culprit an anti-progress zealot, warning that no act is too dastardly in the holy war against gentrification? "Arguably," responds Bishop Blackie, his favorite comment during periods of pondering. He goes to work and enough affirms, as he has so often before (The Bishop Goes to the University, 2004, etc.), that the best murders are both personal and rooted in the past. Sentimental, yes; irritatingly fey on occasion, yes, but it moves fast, and there are people to like. Blackie's top to date? Arguably.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429912303
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 11/28/2006
  • Series: Bishop Blackie Ryan , #5
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 132,054
  • File size: 386 KB

Meet the Author


Priest, sociologist, author and journalist, Father Andrew M. Greeley built an international assemblage of devout fans over a career spanning five decades. His books include the Bishop Blackie Ryan novels, including The Archbishop in Andalusia, the Nuala Anne McGrail novels, including Irish Tweed, and The Cardinal Virtues. He was the author of over 50 best-selling novels and more than 100 works of non-fiction, and his writing has been translated into 12 languages.

Father Greeley was a Professor of Sociology at the University of Arizona and a Research Associate with the National Opinion Research Center (NORC) at the University of Chicago. In addition to scholarly studies and popular fiction, for many years he penned a weekly column appearing in the Chicago Sun-Times and other newspapers. He was also a frequent contributor to The New York Times, the National Catholic Reporter, America and Commonweal, and was interviewed regularly on national radio and television. He authored hundreds of articles on sociological topics, ranging from school desegregation to elder sex to politics and the environment.

Throughout his priesthood, Father Greeley unflinchingly urged his beloved Church to become more responsive to evolving concerns of Catholics everywhere. His clear writing style, consistent themes and celebrity stature made him a leading spokesperson for generations of Catholics. He chronicled his service to the Church in two autobiographies, Confessions of a Parish Priest and Furthermore!

In 1986, Father Greeley established a $1 million Catholic Inner-City School Fund, providing scholarships and financial support to schools in the Chicago Archdiocese with a minority student body of more than 50 percent. In 1984, he contributed a $1 million endowment to establish a chair in Roman Catholic Studies at the University of Chicago. He also funded an annual lecture series, “The Church in Society,” at St. Mary of the Lake Seminary, Mundelein, Illinois, from which he received his S.T.L. in 1954.

Father Greeley received many honors and awards, including honorary degrees from the National University of Ireland at Galway, the University of Arizona and Bard College. A Chicago native, he earned his M.A. in 1961 and his Ph.D. in 1962 from the University of Chicago.

Father Greeley was a penetrating student of popular culture, deeply engaged with the world around him, and a lifelong Chicago sports fan, cheering for the Bulls, Bears and the Cubs. Born in 1928, he died in May 2013 at the age of 85.

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Chapter One

Blackie

"Blackwood, there's trouble in the old neighborhood! Murder in the sanctuary of the church!"

I glanced away from my computer and remarked again to myself that as he grew older, Sean Cardinal Cronin had come to look like a very High Church Anglican cleric, save for the scarlet shirts the latter affected. Tall, handsome, trim, broad-shouldered, white hair, immaculately groomed, perfectly tailored, and with a large ruby ring, a bejeweled pectoral cross, and only a touch of red at the edge of his Roman collar, he was much too presentable to be one of ours. Generally our kind look like tired and corrupt old men in funny dresses. Or dumpy little men in jeans and Chicago sports jackets like me.

The Anglican illusion faded when one saw the wild Celtic blue eyes---a gallowglass mercenary warrior disguised as a prelate.

"I have heard no alarms from St. Praxides," I said, referring to my own neighborhood of origin.

"I meant the West Side, of course," He said impatiently. "A locked church murder at St. Lucy's! Three bodies!"

"Deplorable," I sighed.

And fascinating.

"Mick Woljy wants the place reconsecrated right away and I'm off to Rome to pick up some heavy markers. So you'd better see to it!"

"Markers" are part of a Chicago theory of economic exchange, though the theory originates not at The University but at City Hall. Suppose you ask me for a "personal favor." I respond, "Name it and you got it." Then I hold your marker, which entitles you a similar exchange, no questions asked.

"They don't believe in markers over there."

A wicked grin crossed his face. The return of the gallowglass.

"They'll believe in mine...Look, do you know Mick Woljy?"

He put down his suitcase and the garment bag carrying his cardinalatial finery, shoved aside a stack of precious computer output, and sat on the edge of my easy chair, a pilgrim ready with his staff in hand and his loins girded.

"Mikal Wolodyjowski," I spoke his name with a proper Polish pronunciation, "by the length of his name and his demeanor a cultivated member of the Polish nobility. We Irish don't have any such."

As best as I can transliterate the name is pronounced Volodyovaski.

"He's a great priest," Milord Cronin repeated the defensive clerical cliché. "He's held that parish together for years, long after we should have closed it. Now it's gentrifying he has everyone on his side, Blacks, whites, Hispanics, old-timers in the parish, and the yuppie newcomers. He says that the superstitions in the neighborhood are multicultural. He wants the church reconsecrated today---as soon as the cops get out. The school opens again next week. He'll probably have to build a new and bigger one next year...So get out there and reconsecrate the church."

Milord did not perceive the contradiction. They should have closed the schools years ago, but now there would be yet another new school. I sighed mentally. I had not been able to exorcise those who proclaimed themselves city planners for the Archdiocese.

"I doubt that we can do that," I replied with my loudest sigh of protest. "It is after all a temporary basement church, even if it is almost a century old. It was never consecrated in the first place."

The Poles and the Germans built beautiful churches when they arrived in America. We put up parochial schools and used the basement "school hall" for a church until we could build a "new" church. In some places for reasons of hard times, poverty, or pastoral indolence, the dream of the new church faded away.

Milord Cronin frowned. He did not like liturgical rules to interfere with his plans. He leaned back in the chair, loins still girded but staff on the floor.

"Mickey and I went through the seminary, then on to Rome for graduate school. We were never exactly close friends---hard to break through that Polish formality. Still we got along all right. He's an extraordinary guy, brilliant, cultivated, knows everything. The people out in the neighborhood seem to adore his European aristocratic style..."

He shut his eyes as if to blot out an unhappy memory.

"Every Polish priest in the city thinks that he ought to have my job. And they're right, Blackwood. He should be in this room talking to you, not me...Only reason he doesn't have it is that he's Polish. In those days they were afraid to take that risk."

"I doubt that I would be in this room if Pan Mikal was in the room at the other end of the corridor."

"He's never said a word to me about it, Blackwood, nor as far as I know to anyone else. Totally loyal, though he is incapable of anything else. Yet it must bother him."

"Arguably he prefers reviving St. Lucy's to dealing with the Curia Romana."

"I owe him, Blackwood." He bounded out of the chair, metaphorical staff back in hand. "He needs help out there. I won't tolerate murders in one of my churches. See to it!"

He disappeared out the door of my office, a night train rushing through the darkness. His trip to Rome boded no good for anyone. The subject of his markers doubtless pertained to his approaching seventy-fifth birthday. He would be expected to submit his resignation. It would not be accepted, because the Curia lived in mortal fear of Sean Cronin. They knew full well over there that he did not give a damn about them and their increasingly empty power. A resigned Sean Cronin would be an even looser cannon. He might insist, even demand that his resignation be accepted. Or he might impose conditions for staying in power that would push them into a corner.

Nor were they likely to find consolation in appearances of declining health. Nora Cronin, his foster sister and sister-in-law (and one time long ago, as he had admitted to me, his temporary lover), had participated in a makeover aided and abetted by a certain all-seeing little auxiliary bishop---one cup of coffee every morning, one small glass of Bushmill's every evening, exercise every day, proper meals (of the sort I would never eat), a day off every week, a limited schedule of confirmation and anniversary appointments in the parishes, and a cap on the number of staff meetings a week. This remake had permitted the Cronin genes to reassert themselves and he would appear in Rome as indestructible.

The good Nora had not, however, been able to constrain his manic gallowglass moods. I doubt that she wanted to.

I called my friend Mike Casey---aka Mike the Cop---for the lay of the land out in St. Lucy's.

"It's the Lake Street L," Mike assured me, "Developers have finally figured out that it's twenty minutes to downtown inside Chicago just as it is across Austin Boulevard in Oak Park. So there's a boom between Central and Austin for six blocks from West End to Race. The old stock is prime for rehab, just like Ravenswood. The homes on West End are as elegant as any in the city. And the new town houses in close to the L are designed for prosperous Yuppies. Cops are cleaning up drug action against the south end of the tracks. There's St. Lucy's and St. Catherine's grade schools and Fenwick and Trinity High Schools. Too bad they closed Sienna. Anyway, Austin is ready for rebirth and as a native of Austin like Sean Cronin I say it's high time."

I wondered to myself what would happen when the poor were exiled from the city to suburbs and the city, like Paris, became a bastion of the white upper middle class. Again. Many of the neighborhoods of the city had been resegregated as Blacks pushing for living space had moved into white neighborhoods and whites, panicked by real estate brokers called "blockbusters," fled farther out in the city's rings and into the suburbs. Then these neighborhoods deteriorated as the black middle class itself fled, pushed by street gangs, drug dealers, and the neighborhoods deteriorated physically. The next phase was the rediscovery of the possibility of the neighborhoods by the new urban professional class in search of good transportation routes back downtown. In a suburb like Oak Park, just across Austin Boulevard, the blockbusters had been foiled by property value insurance which protected home owners from panic. So now Austin was creeping towards emergence as a multiracial, multiclass community---a hard journey to rebirth.

"The three murders will delay that rebirth?"

"For a while maybe. The change, now that it's started, is too powerful to stop. It's dawning on people, then on developers, that transportation is the driving force in this city."

How did we ever forget that, I wondered.

"And the local cops?"

"Fifteenth Precinct---Austin. Over on Chicago Avenue near Laramie. Lieutenant Dawn Collins is the head of Homicide there. Area Five Homicide may try to take over but only if they want a fight with Dawn. She's a real stand-up cop. I'll tell her you'll be out there. She's African-American and Catholic."

"Aren't they all?"

I sighed loudly. There ought not to be violent crimes, much less in a church during the glorious fading days of August.

Copyright © 2005 by Andrew M. Greeley
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  • Posted July 31, 2012

    worth every word

    A mystery with more turns than a mountain road. The characters, especially the bishop, are real. The bishop is a kindly man with keen sight. He sees and reads people. Very enjoyable. Worth every penny.It would be a good book for mystery lovers or book group.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    fine who-done-it

    In Chicago the residents, especially the Irish Catholics, are horrified that three naked, mutilated corpses were found in the sanctuary of St. Lucy's Church. The media turns the homicidal desecration into a circus while the police struggle with the case. Meanwhile Cardinal Sean Cronin assigns his sleuthing Bishop Blackwood ¿Blackie¿ Ryan to investigate who caused the desecration of the church and why. --- Blackie begins his search for the truth by looking into the controversial parish priest Father Mikal Wolodyjowski. He soon learns that Father Mikal was involved in the strange unsolved deaths of six college students six decades ago though no direct link to him ever surfaced. Still he wonders if this is vengeance for those deaths or is someone warning the church that anything goes to prevent gentrification? --- In his fifth tale, Bishop Blackie is as erasable as ever as he tries to solve homicides sixty years apart in between a Bushmill or two most readers will find the historical murders are more intriguing than the present day killings. Father Mikal is a fascinating figure as Bishop Blackie tries to ascertain whether he was the ultimate target. Though he pontificates a bit too much on various sidebars that take away from the who-done-its, fans of the series will appreciate the latest appearance of this priestly Colombo. --- Harriet Klausner

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