Dublin is known as a literary city, a place where writing is both expected and respected. And while generations of writers have used the city as a backdrop, or indeed a leading character, few have delved into the old town in both the time and context to the degree that Conor Brady has accomplished in his debut novel, "A June of Ordinary Murders." Growing up in Dublin in the second half of the last century, anyone interested in the crime genre had ample to choose from in terms of television, movie and book content. But precious little of it was local in origin. Dubliners could dip freely into the annals of crime as related by British and American authors. I for one was a Sherlock Holmes nut and have remained so since childhood. So it's a treat to finally be presented with a Holmes-like tale set in the Dublin of 1887, a time when the Irish capital was the "second city of the empire," so of no mean importance to the rulers of those vast global holdings upon which the sun never set. Brady introduces us to Detective Sergeant Joe Swallow of the Dublin Metropolitan Police and his friend, city medial examiner Harry Lafeyre. The tale that unfolds, and the mystery that Swallow and Lafeyre must solve, is worthy of Holmes and Watson and though Swallow might not be quite up to the genius of the greatest of detectives, he is no Lestrade either, far from it. Brady knows his history, and his policing. As former editor of the Irish Times he also knows how to assemble a compelling story. In a time when true crime fans yawn when the mere pressing of a computer key solves everything, we are transported back to an era when street sense, intuition and gut instinct were critical factors in solving crime and catching criminals, and what we now call "real time" proceeded at a slower pace, sometimes no faster than a constable could walk. Interestingly, Brady sets his story at a juncture when the foundations of modern criminal forensic science were just starting to show above the horizon. So we read in "A June of Ordinary Murders" about extraordinary new and seemingly far-fetched practices such as facial reconstruction and fingerprinting. Brady's story holds the reader to the very end. It is rich in characters, draws when it needs to on the historical record, and delivers a see it, hear it, smell it sense of an ancient city that would soon become center stage in the drawn out final chapter of that mightiest of empires. It can only be hoped that Brady is planning and plotting more adventures for Detective Sergeant Joe Swallow and his friend Harry Lafeyre.