When three people are murdered within a church that has long represented a bulwark against change in its venerable Chicago neighborhood, bishop "Blackie" Ryan enlists a psychic cop, a beautiful Sicilian attorney, and his own late father in what he believes is a campaign of terror. Reprint.
Explores the changing world of American communities, describing the migration of urban dwellers to the suburbs and the implications of this "flight" for both the cities and the suburbs
The Archbishop in Andalusia opens an exciting new chapter in the illustrious career of one of Andrew Greeley's most beloved characters.
... ASSOCIATES Bishop Blackie Ryan Mysteries The Bishop and the Missing L Train The Bishop and the Beggar Girl of St. Germain The Bishop in the West Wing The Bishop Goes to The University The Bishop in the Old Neighborhood The Bishop at ...
bishop the area's “queer isolation.” Early on in the work, this dreary urban anonymity is thrown into sharp relief when Hugh ventures back to his former neighborhood, inducing a flood of reminiscence. His erstwhile St. Raymond's home ...
A Nuala Anne McGrail Novel Andrew M. Greeley. and I will not seek a plea when I am convinced he's innocent . She says then they will have to hire their own lawyer . The O'Sullivans don't need a charity lawyer . Little bitch !
We promised her we'd be back by Saturday morning and immediately drive down to the Lake for the rest of the weekend . ... I didn't like Ike , mostly because I don't like generals — with the exception of Radford Mead who was top CO in ...
The decision to leave 7 Hawthorn Street, where the family had lived for forty-two years, did not come easily, but the old neighborhood was changing for the worse. Wilbur and Orville originally selected a small lot on the corner of Salem ...
One day in April 1990, I was standing in the Washington kitchen of my mother's friend Bette, who lived in our old neighborhood in Washington. For years I had confided in her my disappointment in my father, bringing forth the latest ...
The area in which we grew, the area whose people nurtured us and formed our identity, and the area that, in a way, was the cocoon for our formative years, was called “Our Neighborhood.” Now it is “The old neighborhood of hallowed memory ...
The kid read a Source Magazine at first, but now he watched the old-timers with eyes of a hawk—waiting to see who said what. As Bishop checked him out, he couldn't help but laugh under his breath; once he realized a minute ago, ...