Edinburgh Underside: A Review of Hide & Seek by Ian Rankin

The work of Scottish crime writer Ian Rankin has been a favorite since I first encountered one of the Rebus novels some years ago at ICPL.  (On tape or CD--I'm not sure how long ago I'm talking). Since then, I've decided to go back and follow Rebus through his beginnings, so this is the second in the series (earlier I read Knots and Crosses). In this book, Rebus investigates what seems to be an unintentional overdose of a junkie. But Rebus is a skeptic and a determined one at that. As Rebus digs deeper, he peels back a veneer on top of wealthy Edinburgh that's intended to remain hidden.

The series works because Rankin makes Rebus work as a human being. Rebus is a complex character with a daughter, an ex, and current love interests all muddled together with work, sleep, and life in general. And he has colleagues and superiors, not all of whom help him.

I won't go on because I've praised Rankin/Rebus before, and I suspect that the series (this is my third) will only get better. Now that's something to look forward to.

Knots & Crosses by Ian Rankin

 

Some detectives you meet stick with you. Sam Spade, Phillip Marlowe, Spenser, Arkady Renko, Harry Hole, and John Marshall Tanner (of whom I am not the creator), come to mind. To this list, I must add John Rebus. I’d listened to one Rebus book some time ago, but I was lucky to find this, the initial Rebus book by author Ian Rankin, published in 1987. John Rebus is a police officer in Edinburgh, Scotland. Divorced, with a young daughter, a brother, a love of Scotch (the whiskey), some faith, and a past, Rebus is a round character. Typical of this genre, Rebus is neither a model of rectitude nor a model crime fighter. He lacks the suave confidence of Bogey’s Spade or Marlowe. Rebus, like many of his detective fiction contemporaries, is far too vulnerable.

As the book opens, someone is kidnapping girls. Rebus gets pulled into the investigation as he deals with his own life. His relationship with his brother, his ex, his daughter, an attractive fellow officer—you get the drift—all pull upon him. Rankin digs into the messiness of life in creating this character. Rankin’s prose is medium; descriptive without excessive detail, but not the sparse, hard-boiled prose of many of the outstanding Americans.

I’ve already mapped out what book in the series comes next. I’ll be visiting Rebus again, but then, some of his peers listed above still beckon.

P.S. I found this book in Jaipur in a bookshop. Read a paperback copy. Good luck to have found it!

A Review of Swag by Elmore Leonard

Elmore Leonard died about a month ago. I’d never read any of his books. But I’d learned a lot about them after he died. Appreciations of his writing appeared in the New York Times and in the New Yorker. I read these reviews. Based on these comments, I came to the conclusion that Leonard was a writer’s writer. Many people praised his style. His economy of style.

In addition to reading all of these appreciations, I knew Leonard wrote about crime, and there is perhaps no better genre to enjoy than crime, police procedurals, detective novels, and mysteries. You learn a lot about the world, especially the underside. You’re also entertained most of the time. Based on the reviews I read and my appreciation of the genre, I decided to try a Leonard book. I read Swag.

My choice did not disappoint me. Swag is about two guys who decide to go into the business of armed robbery. Leonard’s portrayal of the two main characters is pretty much flawless. Each has about half a set of brains, and together they don’t quite make a whole. But for a while, they’re on a run. Leonards’s spare and direct style works perfectly to portray the mentality of the main protagonists. Complications occur when a bright detective, a bright prosecutor, and a dame get involved in the proceedings. And greed. And love.

Having represented a lot of criminal defendants in my time, I can only think of a couple who were genuinely bright. And at least once I represented a wiseguy and his saner, quieter partner. You can see the trouble that someone is headed toward when bluster and bravado are supposed to replace thought and judgment. Based on my experience, Leonard seems to have encountered these types of guys as well. He captures their character and ethos so well. Leonard doesn’t criticize his characters or paint them to be anything than other than what they are. A pair of guys who generate some sympathy along the way even as you see them blunder deeper down the rabbit hole.

If you enjoy crime writing at all, then I’d have a hard time thinking that you wouldn’t enjoy this Elmore Leonard novel written in the 1970s. Leonard wrote and published up to the time of his death, and there’s a large body of it I’ve yet to read. This work is different from a mystery or detective novel because the main protagonists are the criminals and not the “good guys”. He gets into the heads of these guys as well as I can imagine anyone doing, and that’s no small accomplishment. Good style or not.