In spite of myself, I got hooked on this series, which is set in the Victorian-Edwardian Toronto of the 1890s, when one of today’s most multicultural cities on earth was still majority white, British-born and “Orange” (that is, Protestant.)
The hero, Detective Murdoch, is a devout Catholic, however; he gravely crosses himself whenever he stumbles across a body — which he does quite a bit.
(Come to think of it, the murder rate in this fictional “Hogtown” seems only slightly lower than that of the modern one I live in…)
Detective Murdoch is an outsider in other ways.
He’s a kind of steampunk MacGuyver-meets-Agent Mulder-meets-Dr. Spencer Reid:
A preternaturally handsome and exquisitely mannered genius who, you see, was the real inventor of fingerprinting, the fax machine and loads of other modern technology — it’s just that, being Canadian, he was too modest to take credit for them.