The Mean Streets of Rural Ireland?

Five pints out of five for Tana French's new novel The Searcher . . . it's a bit like The Searchers in that it has the vibe of a Western-- a stranger enters an unfamiliar land and attempts to bring some order to a situation-- but it's Western Ireland . . . way out in the sticks, in beautiful mountainous country; Cal, a newly divorced and  newly retired Chicago cop, buys a fixer-upper in a desolate small town-- much of the book takes place amidst his labors over this little decrepit farmhouse on the peat bog . . . but though he is seeking good fishing and quiet times, he becomes inextricably connected with the town (a more somber version of Schitt's Creek) and some of the more nefarious, surprisingly nefarious because of the scenery-- but really not so much when you think of the direction that small, dying rural towns are heading-- and he has to exert what knowledge and power he has as an ex-cop in a new country-- a difficult problem when you no longer have the badge, the gun, and connections (although there is a gun, of course) and while I loved the plot, characters, setting, and relationships within this book, my favorite scene is more of a set-piece-- a particularly rowdy night at the local pub, Sean Og's, on a night where some moonshine is procured-- but the banter and antics belie a deeper "don't mess with the locals" type of warning, which takes a while to surface . . . reminds me a bit of the tavern scene in American Werewolf in London-- and there's also a theme I can identify with- especially recently, since I've just build a shed and almost finished a concrete bar/planter-- the idea that once upon a time, the goal was to build something tangible: a house, a flock, a family, a working piece of land . . . but now the young folks want so many intangibles and tangibles all at once-- views on YouTube, cred, money, sexual conquests, fashion, style, etcetera-- and this is laid bare in stark contrast the most rural and out-of-the-way areas.