What do you call a haircut in an asylum? A lunatic fringe.
It’s August, and Edinburgh’s Festival Fringe is in full flow. It’s the largest arts festival in the world, so the city is brimming with people. Amongst the mayhem, or rather ‘below’ it, a gruesome murder has taken place. In the depths of the city sits a hidden street, long ago closed off and at each end and built over by subsequent generations. This hidden warren is now a tourist attraction, but it’s temporarily closed due to some ongoing building work. Teenagers have found their way in, though, and have discovered a body. It’s been ‘six-packed’ (bullets through the ankles, knees, and elbows) before a final killing shot was delivered. Does this suggest the involvement of a sectarian group? Could the IRA be implicated here? Rebus is soon on the scene, and before long he’s joined by officers from the Scottish Crime Squad and Special Branch; it’s clear that there are concerns at a very high level.
This mid-series book was penned in the nineties. It’s not the best in the series. It’s convoluted and confusing at times, but in my view, any book featuring Scotland’s finest flatfoot is worth catching. Legendary villain ‘Big Ger’ Cafferty makes an appearance (sufficient in itself to enrich any story), there’s rivalry and suspicion amongst the various police teams involved and there are, of course, many classic one-liners from Rebus himself.
Rankin will go on to write better stories, but compared to most crime fiction, this book stands up very well. It’s rich in atmosphere and language, and the Scottishness of it is completely enticing – it makes me want to jump on a ‘plane and experience, again, the very special character of this wonderful city. Thank goodness Rankin has just released another Rebus novel. The world would be a poorer place without the next adventure to look forward to.