Crime fiction. I've always been of the impression that it is highly schematic, tightly plotted and more interested in the workings of that plot than the workings of its characters. It is that, and this is such an example. The best crime fiction blends plot with character, and usually ends up saying something about the world we live in today.
Ian Rankin, one of the UK's brightest stars in the crime writing world, made his name with the Rebus novels. I read one of those many years ago, Fleshmarket Close, and thought Rankin a good writer - that novel blended crime with social commentary all built around the complex Rebus. Rebus hung up his hat a few years ago. Rankin is now concerned with Malcolm Fox, a man who works for The Complaints - Internal Affairs to you American readers. This is the first of the Fox novels.
The Complaints begins promisingly enough: Malcolm Fox is well drawn. A former alcoholic, he tows a straight line. His sister, Jude, is in an abusive relationship. Their father is in a care home, and neither child visits him as often as they should. The novel I hoped for - how a cop deals with the fact that his sister is in, and wants to remain in, an abusive relationship - was curtailed by the murder of Vince Faulkner, that abusive man. Meanwhile, Fox has been asked to help the CEOP shop (colloquially, the chop shop, a department who investigate sex predators) as they have information that an officer in a department Fox has only just finished investigating has paid to join a child pornography website. That all these disparate storylines will connect is in no doubt: this is a tightly plotted crime novel, written by a master.
Where for me the novel began to fail, was that as the schematics of the crime novel began to take over, and Rankin began to speed towards the climax, the emotional threads become discarded. Rankin has to complete the jigsaw puzzle an show us the full picture of the crime: that doesn’t allow us to engage with character as fully. This is, of course, not Rankin’s fault: it is the way crime fiction works. As an introduction to a new character designed to replace Rebus: it’s not at all bad.
The novel I think Rankin fans are all waiting for though will be the one where Fox squares up to Rebus: a man who surely must have come, at some point, into the target sights of The Complaints.